Day 3 - Furneaux Lodge - Black Rock Campsite.
(26th Feb 2025)
Hello Everyone,
As always the trail provides a lot of twist and turns that change your plans for each day. Today was forecasted for some misty rain “ALL DAY”. As you can imagine at the start this provided some relief from hot and sweaty, by time I had reach the camp that day I was now hot, sweaty and wet through. -
As the day wore on the weather did not get any better and there were not a lot of photo opportunity’s. Apart from the distance markers there was this swing bridge, it looks solid however it was like a trampoline. Now I know why they sign post it for 2 people at a time.
This fellow jumped out onto the track in front of me, I immediately thought of Adam and his expertise. This fellow disappeared as quick as he appeared. Later in the day I came across this fellows big brother who was grazing at the emergency heli pad.
The Hand just hanging around, just one of those days.
So many of these signs, as you can see at this point Black rock Camp Site was 18 kilometres, I ended up covering 22 kilometres for the day.
I finally came across a spot to sit down undercover, the view wasn’t so great as you can see.
As a reminder, we are walking along a ridge line, on the left hand side is Queen Charlotte Sound and on the right hand side is Kenepuru Sound, we haven’t started to see that as yet.
So this is the start of Kenepuru Sound, hard to believe that it is a drowned Valley almost 25 kilometres long.
So this is the view from Black Rock Camp Site, there are 4 Medium Camp/Tent sites behind the Hut.
So, whilst we were reading the Intentions Book I noticed that a number of people had mentioned a problem with the Weka’s and the Possums.
I woke up to hear this fellow scratching at my back pack so I scared it away however he just moved to the other side. At his point I moved my pack inside my tent. This guy was not going to give up so he started scratching at the netting on my tent, I managed to flick him with my camp shoe and then spray Aero Guard on both side of my tent that seemed to keep them away. During the night it sounded like there were hundreds of possums having a prehistoric battle all around us, I believe that It was only a few of these guys making all of the noise. So much Fun!