
We started of early in the morning, picked up Eva and Chris and went to meet Jess, her sister and some friends of her on the Coromandel for a little hike up to the Pinnacles. The Trail starts at the DOC parking in Kauaeranga Valley where everyone gathered for a farewell picture before picking up backpacks, cameras and lots of food. The trail then follows the Kauaeranga river and leads gently up along a lush green mountain slope covered in treeferns and nikau palms. Then, all of a sudden the trail starts to ascend. This is quite a bummer on an otherwise pleasant hike, and because I am huffing and puffing already I contemplate turning back.

Two of the trails leading to the Pinnacles (Basemap Google Earth)

Sméagol: We lead them to the winding stairs.
Gollum: Yes. The stairs. And then?
Sméagol: Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come to…
The road goes ever on and on, through manuka shrubs towards the Pinnacles.
Looking to down to ones feet while catching some breath, something I am doing quite often by now, the numerous carnivorous plants catch the eye. Maybe the soil is poor in nutrients due to erosion or some other for some other reason these plants always seem to thrive on mountain sides. Especially in places that are damp and boggy. Thinking about Humbolt’s voyages and that when one travels up in the mountains on the southern globe one automatically also travels further South in terms of climate and plant zonations keeps me occupied for a happy five minutes. At least two of New Zealand’s seven species of Sundew grew next to the trail, Drosera binata and Drosera spatulata. Before getting carried away to join the New Zealand Carnivorous Plant Society with their martial slogan „Beautiful, but deadly!“ I lumbered slowly onwards and upwards to the hut.
Caution! Or you just might step on Drosera spatulata, deadly threat to alpine insects.
Speaking of beautiful, but not quite as deadly! Jess, Mell and Eva say cheese. (Photo Chris)
While I am quite happy to make it to the hut the others simply cant get enough of steps and hike up to the Pinnacles, being rewarded with a spectacular view of the Coromandel and five thousand additional steps. In the meantime I sit in the sun, enjoy some water and think of how wonderful it must have been here for marine biologists 150 million years ago when the Coromandel hadn’t risen and still belonged to the seafloor. Na, actually I love hiking, I’m sadly just really out of shape. At night everyone gets to feel like scum before sleeping in the bunk beds of the hut.
The Pinnacles, close to the summit.
In the morning we are again surprised by the amount of food that our Kiwi friends have hauled up the mountain in their back packs and grateful for their sharing of the bountiful feast. Especially because we only had some dry bread and trail mix left ourselves (badly, badly organised!).