Beyond Words Expedition Dec 1-7


One of the last days of the WCG Megamania expedition in January 2011, Justin and I spent a day checking out a little known and seldom visited cave named Beyond Words. The cave is hard to get to and protected by thick vegetation so at the time the best way to get to the cave was to commute through Megamania Cave. At the time the cave had about 400m of surveyed passage, but there were several intriguing "?"s marked on the map including a 20m pitch down a waterfall in the cave's main streamway. The upper level of the cave was very confusing- we traveled from room to room, frequently unsure of whether the walls and ceiling were bedrock or large blocks. We came to the impressive Scallop Room- a 20m-wide passage with stunning formations and well-preserved scallop fossils in the limestone. We then rigged the pitch and explored down the sporty streamway for what we guessed was 250m. Eventually we had to begin belly crawling in the stream between stretches of passage we could stand in. Further on the passage reached its smallest dimensions yet- lack of a draft and foam on the ceiling were tell-tale signs we were nearing a sump so we turned back.

While I was waiting for Justin back in the more comfortable passage I happened to look up into a muddy alcove on the side of the stream. To my surprise the passage seemed to continue in a steep spiral above the streamway passage. Up the spiral about 20m I found myself in very comfortable sandy-floored running passage. I slid my way back down to lead Justin back up the spiral and off we ran. We explored about 400m of really impressive passages as we passed junction after junction and even a large chamber. Unfortunately the day wore on and we still had a long way back to camp so we made our way out. The potential of this cave wore on me for the better part of two years since.

Then at the end of 2011 I found out Michael and several others had resurveyed Beyond Words on another Megamania expedition. Looking at the map it was obvious they missed or did not have time to get to most of what Justin and I saw on our trip. After more talking, it was decided we should organize a small expedition of keen folk intent on further surveying and exploring Beyond Words Cave- to my knowledge the first expedition to be focused on the cave. We would helicopter much of the gear in, but elect to carry it all out- probably also a first!

December 2012. Michael volunteered me for the early walk in with him to set up camp while the rest of the team slept-in soundly in Karamea. Luckily there are rarely gaps in conversation when Michael is around and the walk in on the Heaphy track went by very fast (and scenically). We arrived at the Gunner campsite hours before the helicopter was scheduled to land. I got all of 10 minutes of napping in my boxers in the sun on the riverbank before Michael appeared out of the bush with the aim of training me up to use the digital surveying PDA and laser disto. Luckily it was surprisingly intuitive and I caught on pretty quickly while we were closely watched by a tweeting and bouncing robin. Curiosity took hold of me so I shined the laser at the bird's feet. To my great amusement the bird pecked at the red dot and bounced after it whereever I shined it! After several minutes of great entertainment, Michael reminded me that we had limited battery and that calibrating new batteries is a complex process involving imagining you are trapped in an invisible cube so I stopped. The helicopter arrived and we set up camp. The kitchen was set up in a dry creekbed...on the West Coast (this comes into play later). Just when I thought I was finally going to get a nap in the sun, Michael suggested we hike up the hill to do an overland survey between Megamania and Beyond Words since we had a couple hours before dinner. Somewhat reluctantly I agreed. Michael sure is keen! We surveyed a somewhat circuitous transit between the two entrances after some navigational follies. I was declared captain of the B team and given my license to use "Pocket Topo" on Michael and Bruce's treasured baby "Nomad" (the PDA). Michael threatened a very early start the next day, but groans from the rest of the cavers quickly brought him back to reality.

Day 2. Everyone heads to Beyond Words via Megamania. B team: Nic, Geoff, Justin and Travis head down the main streamway to survey up the spiral staircase and into the good stuff Justin and I were previously in. Leads, leads, leads! Travis and Justin appear to have a glorious time running down holes only to occasionally return to report on their seemingly endless finds. Meanwhile I am bound to the Nomad strapped to my wrist, a slave of technology (and surveying). Geoff seems to take disto-ing in good stride. We found a new streamway and closed off a loop. For every lead we killed, we made two more. We found an easier commuting way back into the streamway via what would later be called Poseidon Hall. It was a great first day and we seemed to have a week's worth of things to do. Geoff talked us into climbing up the waterfall rather than the steep chute we came down on. It was...refreshing? We were thoroughly wet by the time we reached the entrance. We did not climb that waterfall again that week!

Day 3. B team: Nic, Geoff, Travis and Simon begin survey in the Gypsum Maze section of the cave that Travis found on the first day. Carefully we made our way through gypsum encrusted passage, laying taped paths where necessary. All the junctions were daunting! A highlight was the Great Wall of Gypsum, a rift passage where an entire wall was coated in white sparkling gypsum including large sheets and flowers. We closed a couple large loops and were on our way to a productive survey day when the disto battery went flat. We exited the cave via yet another new route, a large chamber Travis dubbed "The Wrath of the Gods" after the large amount of ceiling collapse and broken formations. The rain...had begun.


        The Wrath of the Gods Chamber
 
Day 4. B team: Nic, Geoff, Travis, and Justin head up South Stream. Here we surveyed a long way up the stream until we reached the Icing Room (frontispiece and below) where formation choke blocked forward progress. After a pleasant lunch, Travis and Justin explored up a rift while Geoff and I survey-explored up the other branch of the stream. We went a considerable distance up a wide and sinuous stream passage to some stunning formations. We switched into boots and suits off mode to survey over some pristine rimstone pools. Towards the end we got to the Bowling Alley where meter-wide granite chockstones were wedged in the narrow ceiling at perfect distances such that we could use them as giant steps to climb to the top of the passage. Unfortunately this passage had a convincing formation choke (but fortunate for the passage remaining pristine). Once reunited with the other two, they excitedly told us of their endless finds, in the end deciding there was too much to do here and we were better to head out a bit early and try to tackle the area fresh the next day. We decided to tie off a sporty rift lead that Simon partially explored the day before. In places the walls were solid beds of fossil oysters which led the passage to acquire the name Seafood Buffet. After surveying through the top of the 10m-high rift for a while a floor finally appeared. A few short survey lengths later we reached a formation-rich junction in the passage with impressive calcite crystal pools, flowstone and stals. Travis recognized this as an area he and Justin had been exploring earlier in the day, which meant another day's worth of surveying. We emerged from the cave in heavy rain.

        Icing Room

Day 5. The grim mountain radio forecast and thorough rain through the night led to an unanimous rest day. I slept in, periodically wake to listen for the sound of people stirring in the kitchen before drifting back to sleep. I got up at some civilized time like 10am and socialized over a late breakfast. Some peoples tents and sleeping bags were casualties of the rain. The main activity of the day was watching the water levels in the formerly dry creek bed slowly rise towards the kitchen. Despite admirable civil engineering efforts, the water still reached the kitchen and gum boots came into style. The Gunner River was a speedy brown torrent stretching from bush edge to bush edge. It was not the gravel bank-lined ankle-biter of the first couple days. Inevitably we discussed the cave, leads, and where to survey next. Travis seemed very excited by the passages he and Justin climbed into the day before and was keen to get back. From Travis's description Sarah remarked that Travis must have felt like Alice in Wonderland. "It is like a wonderland up there," Travis replied. The name for the passage stuck: Travis in Wonderland. The day's inaction spurred grand plans of caving the next day.

        Water approaching the kitchen.

        The kitchen flooded.

        The Gunner River in flood.

Day 6. B Team: Nic, Geoff, Travis and Kevin surveyed Travis in Wonderland from Seafood Buffet towards the Icing Room. Surveying was initially slow due to the need to take delicate steps. Most of the passage was pleasant and typically 4-6m-wide. We surveyed through a belly crawl to where the main trunk passage continued onwards in a southwesterly direction away from the rest of the known cave. Abruptly the great trunk passage runs into a large breakdown area without a floor. Travis did some sketchy climbing traverses over loose boulders to scout the area. Geoff and I surveyed through a small rift that got within 10m of the Bowling Alley before formation choking. Travis' initial report was not encouraging. The way on was not completely obvious, but this part of the cave remains very enticing. We ended the day surveying the Wrath of the Gods chamber, which as it turned out, had been surveyed by the A Team hours before. The weather sank the team's enthusiasm and there seemed to be a general consensus to pack up and head out the next day. We felt satisfied with what we were able to accomplish, no thanks to the weather!

        Dog tooth calcite in crystal pools

        Lunch in Travis in Wonderland .

Day 7. Retreat! Most of the team got an early start packing up the gear. Between my heavy tent, camping, gear, caving gear and group gear (all rain-soaked), my pack was as heavy as it had ever been. The slog out was brutal and unrelenting. At Kohaihai Shelter my feet were screaming mutiny and I couldn't possibly see how I could carry on. Then the cloud of sandflies came to give me some unsubtle encouragement so I carried on the Ketetahi roadend. Salvation lay in taking my boots off and remaining barefoot the rest of the day.

We surveyed Beyond Words to a length of 4.5 km with many promising leads remaining. It is a fantastic cave well worth its name. The amount of intersecting passages present in such a small area is pretty unusual (especially without needing SRT gear). Chambers, rifts, streams, formations- the cave has a bit of it all. In several locations the cave overlaps or comes within 100m of Megamania Cave, yet a connection eludes us for now. Overall, it was one of my most enjoyable cave expeditions to date. Thanks to Michael, Sarah and the rest of the team.

French Ridge Nov 24-25

Keen to get into the hills, a trip to Mt French seemed the best of several proposed options. Mt French sits just across the Bonar Glacier from Mt Aspiring and I had heard the views were well worth the effort to climb it. Avalanche and snow conditions were supposedly good and the weather would supposedly holdout for the weekend. The problem was I had done 70% of the hike multiple times before including a several hour slog up the West Matukituki River Valley, mostly on flattish four wheel drive tracks. This was remedied by bringing mountain bikes which would drastically cut the hiking time and make the trip far more enjoyable.

A late night drive got us to Raspberry Flat about midnight. We set off on a cloudy but warm morning. After crossing the first couple fences, I instantly appreciated riding a bike. We made great time up the valley. At Aspiring Hut we were virtually assaulted by a rude hut warden. A most unpleasant person, she seemed to get great joy out of telling us now worsening weather forecast, taking down any personal information she could get her hands on and generally telling us how she required things to be done.
We both left Aspiring Hut as soon as possible, feeling like out wilderness experience was vastly degraded by this vile woman. At least it gave us something to talk about for the next hour or so of walking? We had lunch on Shovel Flat and a brief rest after crossing the icy cold Matukituki River just above Gloomy Gorge.

We then climbed the steep but good trail up French Ridge, as views of Liverpool Hut, Mt Barff, the Maud Francis Glacier and the head of the West Matukituki valley gradually improved. We arrived at the hut by mid afternoon. Quickly we found out snow conditions were on the mushy side of unpleasant and did not see much point continuing up the hill for the day. Several hours were spent relaxing in the sun sheltered from the wind behind rocks, amused by the antics of a cheeky kea determined to make off with shiny mountaineering gear. It particularly liked to watch activities at the hut from a tall rock cairn nearby- an appropriate perch for the bird. On a snowy slope near the hut we spent a bit of time practicing self-arrests and inevitably sliding. 


        Gloomy Gorge, terra incognita at bottom left


        French Ridge Hut

We awoke early to high winds and developing weather. We both agreed Mt French was not a great option so went back to sleep for a couple hours. Everyone else in the hut was also making a mass exodus down the valley due to the forecast. The entire hike down the valley felt like we were imminently being chased by angry black clouds, but they mostly stayed near the divide. The bike ride back to the car turned out to be the highlight of the trip for me. Between the almost gale tailwind and slight downhill, we made it back to the car in about a half hour without really trying that hard.

        Matukituki Valley

With a bit of the day left after our aborted plans, we biked some of the mountain bike trails near Wanaka and went for a short walk along the Clutha River near Alexandra. Thanks to Lara.

Castlepoint Oct 22

This year's New Zealand Speleological Society annual general meeting was based in Masterton in the Waiarapa area of the southeastern North Island. Most of Saturday was spent in the council meeting, but Sunday I managed to go caving in Martinborough, even co-discovering about 150m of new passage. The AGM was a great catch-up with cavers I had not seen for a while since I had been too busy with the PhD earlier in the year to make it to the other annual gatherings and I had a pleasant time socializing at the Saturday night dinner and Sunday night barbeque. I even managed to break the NZSS squeezebox record by painfully forcing my body through a 150mm wide slot (or about the height of a tall beer can).


Before the drive back to Wellington, Justin, Hamish and I took the deadend road out to Castlepoint, a small seaside community with a spectacular geologic setting. Here a great reef-like band of highly fossiliferous sandstone stretches 2 kilometers along the coast with some impressive features: the Castle, a 160m high promontory with a vertical cliff on its seaward side, a long, low natural causeway bounding a picturesque sheltered cove, and Castlepoint itself with its well-maintained lighthouse, and dramatic clifftop views. With a little careful footing, much of the point is able to be traversed on narrow natural platforms within feet of vertical cliffs plunging into a blue sea. Despite strong winds and the occasional passing squall, the sea was remarkably calm. In places, natural weathering of the sandstone (above) produced uncanny cobbled surfaces certainly enhancing the castle-like feel of the place. I noticed a great diversity of shells in the sandstone. I was later informed the shells lived in a wide variety of environments from shallow to very deep. Because of the relatively good preservation of the deep water fauna, it has been suggested the sandstone was deposited into a deep submarine canyon which transported sediment and shells from the shallow shelf environment. We enjoyed exploring for about an hour before food called us into a local cafe.



The day was rounded off with a grand feast at one of Wellington's finest Indian restaurants. Thanks to Justin for sorting everything out. It was a nice escape before the final push to thesis submission.

Tasman Glacier Sept 19-21

It was after 7:30p by the time we escaped Dunedin but by the end of it I had a mismatched pair of a warm glove and mitten (at least to fit opposing hands!). I had the rushed "throw everything in the car" approach to packing, which allows all objects to be weighed in the mind through a several hour drive, a night's sleep and a morning's careful packing. It was past midnight by the time we set up the tent near Mt Cook with an alarm set for 6:00a. A frosty morning prompted careful selection of warm clothing as we packed in the Mt Cook airport parking lot. Eventually we managed to sort out a super-economy seat (we had to have our packs on our laps) on a plane to the head of Tasman Glacier, New Zealand's longest glacier. We passed great scenery including the spectacular braids of the Murchison River. The flight took longer than I expected which had me consciously thinking about the long tramp out we would do on the last day.


The plane landed without incident on the upper neve of the Tasman Glacier, not far from Tasman Saddle Hut, our home for the next two nights. This is the point at which I had to remember how to ski, this being the first time I have skied in over 4 years and the first time with a very heavy pack. It was anything but smooth but I eventually made it to the hut and happily unloaded the majority of contents in the hut. The hut is perched delicately on a prow of rock completely surrounded by the Tasman Glacier. About 1m from the bunk where I slept in the hut was a 100m vertical rock face with an ice fall directly below. A handline extends between the toilet and hut which I appreciated. A balcony (somehow referred to as a fire escape!) looks straight down the cliff onto the glacier and onto Mt Cook.




We then set out for some ski touring in warm cloudless weather. I could not believe how warm it was. The snow conditions were not great and there was a horrible confidence-sucking breakable crust. I took quite a few falls on turns. We spent considerable time ski touring through the ice fall southwest of the hut, taking our skis off where necessary to explore the blue ice of crevices and caves. We skinned past the ice fall below the hut and found an easy route up to the hut. It was past sunset by the time we reached the hut and met the other inhabitants, including a couple familiar faces.




Despite a good forecast, we awoke to white nothingness- no visible mountains in whiteout conditions and light snow. Sleeping in was unanimous among the occupants. Mid-morning Lara and I decided to make the most of the limited time we had on the Tasman so geared up and skied down to explore the ice fall below the hut. Visibility was horrible which made skiing ridiculously hard- the landscape lacked features of any kind and it was impossible to get a sense of the steepness of slopes in front of us. As we got to lower elevation we got beneath the cloud, but visibility still came and went. We spent several hours exploring some great blue ice caves before skinning back to the hut. Visibility was so poor I could only see about 5m in front of me, though I could intermittently follow the pole marks from our previous day's route.






The last day we thankfully awoke to gorgeous alpine glow on Mt Cook, this time better weather than forecasted. We packed up our heavy packs and set off from the hut at 8:30a. Despite numerous photo stops, we skied about 15 km down the smooth gradient of the glacier in less than 2 hours. The scenery was amazing. I had never skied in such a wide open place before. All was quiet apart from the occasional aircraft and avalanche.




At the end of the ice we had a nice lunch in the sun, then reluctantly began our dreaded walk along the lower rock-covered portion of the Tasman Glacier. Travel started pretty well, but the loose boulders and undulating topography were persistent. Sense of scale was useless. Feet screamed in plastic ski boots. Progress was less than 1km per hour. I used to think Geologist Hell was some grassy meadow. After only a couple hours, I decided Geologist Hell was more ironic than that: it would be an endless undulating boulder-covered glacier, which you would be sentenced for eternity to traverse (and the rocks would be the most boring imaginable, greywacke perhaps). It took us 8 hours to cross. In retrospect we took the best possible route. It was horrible!

       Endless rock-covered glacier. Make it stop!!!


As light faded we eventually found Garbage Gully, the only reasonable route up the enormous 100m+ high lateral moraine of the Tasman. It was remarkable to think how much the glacier has changed in such a short time, only fifty years ago the glacier was over 150m higher here. The moraine has been collapsing ever since which meant we were not out of the woods yet and had a long 8km walk to the road end. We were fortunate to cross paths with a bloke headed over Ball Pass who was quite enthusiastic when we proposed a car shuttle, to both of our benefits. Crushed with fatigue, heavy packs and sore feet, we reached his car at around 10:30p, or 14 hours after we set out in the morning. Would I ever do the hike out again? Never! Well at least not until I forgot how horrible it was...


Lake at the terminal of the Tasman Glacier. Fifty years ago there was no lake and the glacier was higher than the lateral moraine at the right of the photo.

Thanks to Lara for a really fantastic trip.

Morrisons Burn Sept 9

Today we checked out Morrisons Burn, the next creek over from Nichols. Similar geology and similar catchment size meant there was potential for a canyon to be lurking in its shadows. We started up the trail near Nichols to gain the track towards Swampy Summit, then a dirt road to close proximity of the stream. We fortunately found a relatively resistance-free path through the scrub without too much trouble. We we got to the creek I marveled at how small it was. However it quickly gained volume and surprisingly had some rather large boulders the whole way down the creek which made the travel interesting. Just below the tributary junction we reached a sedimentary layer- the same one in Nichols that created the Cup and Saucers. Here it sculpted a 3m slide into a shallow pool, the creek's most interesting feature. The entire rest of the way the creek descended steadily instead of dropping in waterfalls. For a while it decided to turn to hail instead of sun, but later reverted. After 1.5 km in the creek we reached the road and began walking back to the car. I noticed a nice swimming pool beneath the next bridge and we decided to follow Leith Stream the rest of the way back to our car. To our great surprise most of the way was a really pleasant (albeit cold) gorge. Pool after pool, some genuine swimmers, this would make a great and incredibly accessible summer float trip. The geology was spectacular too with a variety of volcanic rocks including a lava flow pouring down a paleo-hillside. Eventually we found our way back to the car. It wasn't the canyon I was hoping for but it had its surprises and made for a pleasant trip. Thanks to Lara.


Window View


One of the best things about where I live is this view out my window, which is framed by trees and looks out on to the harbor and peninsula. The view is ever changing with the constant shifts of tides, weather and passing boats. Despite being only a ten minute bike ride from town, I can stare out my window and feel like I am a long way away. In winter the days are short and the angle of the sun makes for cold and dark mornings, but in summer the first rays of sun over the peninsula shine right on my face, which is a glorious way to wake up. Working at home is also a delight in the summer, when a shift of my head always reveals a new sight.

The song is an excerpt from "Hitchcock" by The Phoenix Foundation. The video was made by my brother Michael Barth. Thanks to him!


Nicols Creek Aug 18

A pleasant couple hour jaunt down a local creek about 5-10 minutes drive from Uni. The bottom of the creek has a short track to a waterfall and a section of vertical canyon walls. Although the catchment is too small to make a proper canyon, it seemed promising enough to make a look worthwhile. Recent rains meant the creek was running high, and evidence of recent floods was prevalent. We walked the track up the hill almost to the Pineapple Track and then bashed our way down to the creek. Five minutes of creek walking found us at the top of a respectable drop- it seemed like we entered the creek at just about the right place and I was instantly glad to have made the intelligent last minute decision to bring a wetsuit. This first rappel was about 14m- a nice fanning waterfall with a carved bedrock chute to the side.


Continuing on we came to a nice sculpted bedrock section with over a dozen pothole pools and  small cascades. The so-called Cup & Saucers. It was very reminiscent of 7 Falls back in Santa Barbara and a very pretty spot. My low-light untripod-ed shots do not do it justice.



Next came a nice 3m waterfall into a deep pool. Open streambed then another short narrows section with a 3.5m waterfall. A 2m waterfall downclimb then some more streambed found us at the top of Nicols Falls (16m).



Due to the "high" flow, the water was actually jetting out from the cliff which meant we got wetter on the abseil. We then walked down the fern and glowworm lined walls of the last narrows before regaining the trail at the weir. We found good anchors at every drop and clean pulls. It was a nice couple hours out. A quick scout on Google Earth and topo maps suggests the next creek up, Morrisons Burn, might be worth a go as well.




Thanks to Lara.