Meta note: post ordering

I hadn’t planned to break chronological ordering of posting but it’s been several days since I’ve had WiFi and t-mobile’s international roaming, while reasonably priced and incredibly useful is slow as all get out, so uploading lots of pictures is slow / impossible and I haven’t bothered with it yet. However, tonight’s story was both too good not to share asap, but I was going to be mentioning it to friends anyways so I figured I should get the post up and I could just link people to it rather than retelling it 1000 times via sms over the next few days.

I’ll likely have WiFi in Te Anau, about 3 days away, assuming all goes well, and should be able to get my backlog of posts I have written up online!

Anywho, back to not really trying to get to sleep but I probably should try!

Nightcaps zero

Yesterday I decided I wanted to head into nightcaps to resupply and fix my food and water situation, as well as to take a rest day and take care of some blistering on my feet. So, I did. The road to Birchwood Station is fairly low traffic so I started walking. After nearly reaching Ohai I finally nabbed a ride from a nice lady whose name I can’t remember sadly.

I got to nightcaps, got what I needed from the store and stepped out onto the sidewalk and took a seat on the bench in front of the city hall to wait for the pub up the street to open which I’d heard has rooms available. I called my dad on the phone to check in and say hi, and while I was talking to him a lady approached and asked if I was looking for a place to stay and invited me over. Hearing nothing but great things about Kiwi hospitality, especially Maori hospitality, I decided to go for it.

When I walked in my gut was telling me something was wrong. The place was reasonably clean but shabby as all get out, half broken furniture, an old crt tv in the living room, and it was just this young couple living there. They seemed nice enough and I’m trying not to judge how people live, combined with a large heap of “how do I politely decline after getting the walk through”. I didn’t see any bed bugs or needles so, whatever.

My goal for the day was to resupply, fix a couple of things, treat some wounds and lay in bed and watch trashy tv all day. This was mostly what was on offer here so I took advantage.

Later in the evening we walked over to the pub, I got a burger and fries takeaway and we walked a couple of houses further down to one of their friends’ place where we hung out and played pool and listened to music in his garage. Despite the ignorantly racist jokes the guy kept making about Compton, he seemed like an alright guy.

Then 8pm rolls around and I want to get to bed, I need to get up early and eat breakfast then try to hitch a ride back to the trail, so I want to get to bed early and get some sleep. All is well. I probably end up falling asleep for good around 10:30 after doing some pre packing and reading while trying to fall asleep.

At some point in the night I realize there’s a party going on now in the house. It seems mostly contained to the rear part of the house but the music is making it through to my room. I’m fairly annoyed by this but whatever, I try to tune it out and go back to sleep.

That’s when things start to get interesting.

At some point I hear what sounds possibly like arguing. Or fighting. Not being sure and thinking maybe it’s just drunk people wrestling (I’ve done it) and faffing about, I try to put it from my mind and keep trying to sleep.

A little later and it’s clear this is not just faffing about. Given that I don’t know how many people are out there and what’s going on, I grab my phone and call the police. While I’m on with the dispatcher, the guy of the couple comes into my room, clearly quite drunk; and says something to me, then says get up, and walks out of the room. Fortunately I’d decided to hide next to the bed on the floor and I don’t know if he saw me or what. One of the reasons I had hidden is it originally sounded like maybe the argument was between the couple and maybe about my presence, so I did not want to get in the middle of it. At some point she comes in and says I’m fine and closes the door. Meanwhile I’m still on the phone with the dispatcher. Things seem to calm down a bit and then more fighting begins. At this point it sounds like it’s between 2 guys and she says something about “you’re bleeding” and I mention this to the dispatcher. Eventually the dispatcher advises me to try to get out the window if I can. So I grab my pants which are right next to the window, conveniently, and out I go. I run about half way down the block in my skivvies and duck into a storefront area to wait for the police to arrive. At some point the fight spills outside as I hear the woman yelling but I think it’s behind the house and I’m just staying away.

The police eventually arrive and I talk to them for a few minutes. At this point I think the people involved have either left or whatever as things seem to have calmed down. The cop enters the house and starts talking to the folks while I hastily pack up my shit and prepare to gtfo. One last look around the room and I’m convinced I have everything, so I walk out into the hallway and out the front door. The couple seemed to be playing off that they were just going to bed and that things had calmed down. The cop seemed way more interested in my safety than whatever was going on between them. I just wanted to leave and would leave it up to him to do his job.

Out the door and into the car and off we go. I tell him the story of me doing the TA, and how I even came to be sleeping in these folks’ house and we have a bit of a laugh. He says that address is known to him and that I pretty much lucked into the worst place I could have gone. Oops!

So, here I am, in a garage behind the police station in Ohai, NZ, my gear spread out around me, 4am almost certainly not going to be able to get any sleep, writing this entry.

Both the cop and the dispatcher were letting me know I shouldn’t treat this as a typical example of Kiwi hospitality and I got quite the laugh. Great folks, all. I don’t remember the dispatcher’s name but the cop’s name was Chris.

Oh, and after I started kinda unpacking at the police station I realized I didn’t have my medicine. He went back over, didn’t find it, came back, let me know, I told him where else it might have been. It had been on the table I defenestrated myself over next to my pants so I would see it and remember to take it in the morning while packing up. I suggested maybe it was outside the window. So back he went, saying if he found it he’d bring it to me and if not he’d be back around 8am and I could come in to the station for coffee and such. About 15 minutes later I hear him roll up. Sure enough, it had gone out the window with me. Yay!

So yea. Now I try to sleep a bit before morning. I have 2 chairs, no power, and a concrete floor. Good times.

What saddens me is the day had been going so well, I even got a group selfie with a bunch of us, but now I can’t post it. Oh well.

TL;DR: I don’t have as far to hitch in the morning to get back to the trail.

Rainy day blues

After yesterday’s tide mishap, today I’m playing it safe. I didn’t feel like getting up super early in the morning to catch the early low tide, so I slept in, got some breakfast and coffee, and now I’m just sitting here reading and waiting for 2pm to roll around so I can get started. Odds are I’m still going to have to wait for the tide to go out more, but at least it’ll be on the way out, and I can get some of the day’s mileage in before getting to the beach.

Sadly, it’s raining. Off and on, but when it’s on it’s on like Donkey Kong.

Today is also a short day, so that helps. About 15km total, so half of what I’ve done each day so far. And the first soft surface (soft sand doesn’t count) section of the trail if I’m seeing things correctly! Plus I’ll be departing from sea level and won’t be back for 2 months! I believe Havelock is the next time I’ll be at sea level. So I’ll probably take my shoes off, dip my feet one last time, and head off into the distance.

Spirits are high, I’m itching to get moving, wishing the high tide wasn’t so inconveniently timed today!

Day 2: Invercargill to Riverton

Back on the trail for day 2! Pack is very heavy. I’m carrying too much food I think. Oh well. Off to walk the road for about 10k and then beach forever. The sunrise was super nice.

Finally got to the beach and did the obligatory beach writing and selfies.

It was set to be a great day! Not supposed to be too hot. Supposed to rain so it was going to be cloudy which I’m all for. I picked up a buff yesterday at sporting store and made great use of it to protect my face from the sun! It was awesome!

My main obstacle for the day was to be the crossing at Waimatuku Stream. The trail notes say it’s best to time it so you make his crossing at low tide. Low tide this morning was 7:30am, so that wasn’t going to happen, but I still hit the trail pretty early and made it to the crossing by 10:30. An RV that passed me earlier was there at the crossing and I borrowed some shade for a minute before I found some other shade to use.

All in all I was fairly underwhelmed by the stream crossing. The notes made me think it was going to be some raging torrent that would only really be safe at low tide. It was just above my ankle deep.

However, as the day progressed, the tide came in more and more. Remember, low tide was 7:30am so the tide is coming in. Which means my beach is slowly shrinking.

Eventually it got so bad that I could barely walk. The wet sand was too soft and was constantly getting waves crashing on it. There were places where the beach looked like a scalloped knife blade with water pushing farther up the beach between berms of extremely loose rock. So it was a constant weaving back and forth along the beach, between soft sand and loose rock. Terrible footing. There was some dry sand further up the beach but dry sand is about the worst possible thing to try to walk any distance in. I think if that was my only option I would just sit down and wait out the tide.

It seems that the low tide hint was much more about the beach part than the river crossing part. I’ll try to avoid making that mistake again! Fortunately, tomorrow’s the last beach walk on the trip.

Because of my fatigue and grumpiness setting in, I didn’t take any pictures on that section of the beach. I just wanted to be done. My feet hurt. I was tired. I was thirsty. I was hungry but no real appetite. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see a paved road in my whole life when I made the turn off of the beach and into town.

Tonight I’m at the Monkey’s Backpacker, which is a total steal at $20nzd for a bunk. It sure as hell ain’t fancy, but it’s cheap, the bed is clean, and the WiFi is actually pretty damn good.

Now I’m off to get some soap so I can wash my clothes and get them hung up to dry.

Tomorrow’s only a short day on the beach, but the high tide is right in the middle of the day. So I’m not certain if I’m gonna get up early and bust it out, or stay late to catch the tide going out in the afternoon. Judging by how my feet feel right now, it’ll be in the afternoon, but we’ll see later!

Invercargill Zero Day

Welp. The second day of my hike was a zero day. And I’m really glad I did this. It’s still very very warm, with lots of sun. And the trail would have been entirely exposed to the sun all day. The only thing today’s setup would have had going for it is I would have likely gotten through the hard part of the day, crossing Waimatuku Stream at low tide, but I would have walked all the way there during the hottest part of the day. And past that it would have been walking into the sun, so would only have gotten worse!

Instead, I got my packages mailed out. Got some final supplies for the trip. Nursed my sunburns a bit. Did some laundry. Stayed cool. Got a haircut. And now I’m less not ready to load up my heavy pack and get walking in the morning. Since I’d like to cross with as ideal of tide as possible I’m planning to depart by 5:30, 6am. Low tide is at 7:33am, so I figure if I get to the crossing by 9 I should be good. And if I hurry I may beat the rain which is supposed to start around 2pm! Good times!

Through Instagram hashtag stalking I found a couple who just started around the same time as I did, and we are all making this trip tomorrow, so I may bump into them along the way, but definitely in Riverton!

And, for posterity, my new do:

Day 1: Bluff to Invercargill

The weather forecast looked bleak today. 30C (about 84F) and sunny. And there’s very little shade on the route which is mostly a road walk, at least according to Google Maps. But hey, I thought. 84 isn’t that bad, and I have a hat and long sleeves and pants so I should be fine!

Hah!

But more about that in a minute.

I hopped on the shuttle that picked me up right outside my hostel and off we went to Bluff! Along the way I had a chat with the driver as I was his only passenger and that was cool. I was slightly zombified, not having gotten the most amazing sleep last night and also super nervous about the day and trying to remain calm. I probably wasn’t the most stimulating of conversation partners, but fortunately it’s only a 30 minute trip.

When we got to Bluff I had lost the postcards I wanted to send myself from Bluff. I had no idea where they’d run off to, but the driver suggested maybe I’d dropped them when I got in and he’d swing by he hostel and look for them on his way back through town. Fortunately, he did find them, sadly they won’t get the Bluff cancellation stamp I was hoping for, but oh well.

So here I am, at the start!

Hooray, I’m here, at the farthest south I’ve ever been, and one of the farthest south points outside of Antarctica, about to spend the next 2 months or so walking north. Do I look nervous? Hint: I was.

Fortunately, the track started quite nicely. Good amount of shade, some lovely views, gravel path (I would prefer softer track but gravel makes sense for high traffic areas)

Some pretty views along the way. Then up we go to the top of Bluff Hill. 326m and several stops to catch my breath later, I was at the top! The views were quite lovely, nearly a 360 view from the top, aside from the cell towers!

Then it was off to start the road walking. I was sad it started so early, I thought I’d at least get back down into Bluff first. Oh well.

On my way through Bluff I came across a lady and her husband I had met the day prior at a cafe and had a lovely conversation with. They said they’d come down to walk the track, I suspect they were also hoping to come across me and see me off! It was very cool of them!

He asked me if I was hot. I said not yet, ask me in a few hours. And sure enough, if he had, I’d have informed him that yes, I was indeed hot. Very hot. At first it was fine. The air temp wasn’t bad. Sun at my back. A nice breeze. Then the pavement started heating up. I started running low on water. I was tired of the pavement. My deltoids hurt. Heat was starting to get to me.

Along the way I stumbled across a sign for a museum. Way out in the middle of nowhere. I thought at worst I could get some water and rest in the shade. What I came to find out was I’d stumbled upon a really wonderful collection of radio and radio adjacent gear. It was a big collection. Very well curated. Even the museum itself had nice touches. A sound cone for one of the displays that had a video component, which are rare even in major museums. A small theater with comfortable seating and a 35mm projector. Apparently they have screenings of old movies there from time to time. The museum itself is the Arawua Communications Museum. Apparently back in WW1 Germany built a radio monitoring and communications station there. The area was particularly well suited for reception and could pick up signals from around the world! It had a major role for the Allies in WW2 as well. The towers were later removed, but this museum is there to commemorate and document the story. Really great stuff. And all of this for a museum that is only open 4 hours once a week! Amazing.

Anywho, when I pulled in the fire department was doing something out on the road and after being there for about an hour suddenly the power went out. The power lines had been arcing and they had to shut off power for a bit to fix it. So I filled my bottles and left.

More road. More heat. More sun. Finally I make my turn to get off of the main road and onto a trail to take me into Invercargill. Turns out the trail was gravel (read: hot) and had NO shade for large stretches. I finally found a tree and rested for a while, but it wasn’t enough. Was still hot, miserable walking.

Eventually I came into town after several side opportunities presented themselves to get me in via a slightly different route. Being a bit of a purist though I ended up sticking to the official trail until it turned away from town.

I landed in a pizza place and stuffed myself a bit silly, though my appetite still wasn’t fully working so I had some leftovers. After rolling into my hostel I took a shower and booked another night. Tomorrow would be even more exposed, even less water, with my full pack, starting later in the day (I have some things I need to do before I leave town and they open late), and the heat wasn’t going to be much better. So I called it. I’ll stay another night, my first zero day of the trip, but I think it’s the right call. Not a bad one at any rate.

All in all today could have been worse. I knew it would be bad. 26+ miles I walked. Mostly on roads or bad trail. Add to that the heat and sun. But it’s over now. I didn’t have to finish with this like some people do. I get the Queen Charlotte Track as my reward for completion!

Now I’m off to bed with sunburn, some treated blisters and lots to do in the morning.

On Te Araroa!

Greetings! I’m currently hiking New Zealand’s Te Araroa trail, starting from the south and heading northbound, aiming to complete the full South Island portion of the trail!

As I am on the trail I have limited cell service and internet access, so posts will be infrequent and bursty (a bunch will go up when I get to an internet connection), but I hope to bring you along with me on my journey! If you want to contact me, the normal contact methods apply, just be aware that it may be a few days before I get your message!

Feel free to follow along with me on Instagram where I’ll be posting photos as I go wherever I have cell service.

The lost art of sending postcards

You’ve seen them everywhere. Every convenience store. Every museum gift shop. Every little cafe on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. But how often have you actually sent or gotten one?

Of course I’m talking about postcards. In this modern era of literally being able to make a video call to a friend who is on a train under the San Francisco Bay while standing next to the tracks of a bullet train in Japan so they can see the train whoosh by at full speed along with you, one might ask what is even the point of a postcard?

A couple of years ago my friend Bronwen was laid up at home for a while after breaking her leg. Another friend Megan was working on a postcard project and was over at Bron’s filling them out. She put out a call on Twitter for people who wanted a postcard to send her their address so I did. A few days later I got a postcard from the Capilano Suspension Bridge in Vancouver (sorry, no pic, it’s 8000 miles away in a box), BC and a handwritten note even mentioning something about the photographer and just other fun stuff. It was fun. Ever since then I’ve enjoyed sending postcards. I don’t do it very consistently, but I generally at least pick some up from a shop with the intent of filling them out and mailing them, even if I never do! Maybe some day I’ll have a postcard frenzy like Megan’s!

Why do I like sending postcards though? I think it’s because I like receiving them! Even in this modern day of ultra connectivity and social media and such, maybe even especially in this modern day, stopping to write a postcard, figure out how much the postage is, find somewhere to buy stamps, realize you don’t have the recipient’s address so you have to text them to get it, is such a hugely intentional act that when I receive one it’s like getting a big hug from an old friend. Especially since, despite the ultra connectivity, I really don’t keep as good of contact with my friends as I’d like to. There’s that cliche “wish you were here” that I so often want to write and usually resist, but despite the cliche, honestly, I usually do wish whoever it is I’m sending the postcard to was here. I travel alone, not as an intentional thing, just because I haven’t yet found a travel buddy, so sending a postcard to a friend is kind of a way to deal with homesickness, something I definitely get. For instance, I’ve been in New Zealand now for 5 days and I miss my cats a whole lot. But on the train here yesterday I wrote up some postcards and that helped a lot!

Receiving postcards is fun because it’s cool to see what friends have to say about whatever is on the card. I tend to try to only get postcards if I’ve been to the thing on the card, and share an experience I had, especially if that experience reminded me of them! So receiving one is like getting to live vicariously through someone else’s experiences, and due to the time investment in sending the card, it’s an intensely personal and intimate connection. At least for me.

I also send postcards to myself while I’m traveling. I can’t tell you how fun it is to come home to a stack of postcards of all of the places I went on your travels, along with notes I wrote to myself. It’s like reliving the memories all over again! Even better when you make it home before the postcards do and they start showing up in the mail!

Sure, I can quickly snap my own photo and text it to a friend and they’ll have it seconds later. Or post it on $social_media for everyone to share with. And I do those things. I really did video call with a friend while next to a bullet train in Japan. I post pictures on social media. I’m working on blogging and journaling more about my travels to try to capture more than simple snippets at a time about my experiences. Those things are all valuable! But there’s just something special about a postcard that those other things don’t replicate.

The time has nearly come

I’m sitting here in my lodging in Wellington staring out at the city from the 10th floor trying to think of what else I need to do before I go.

A little while ago I picked up my backcountry hut pass. Right now I’m filtering through my gear again trying to figure out what I can send to Queenstown, which isn’t my halfway point but I feel is a good first bail option point, and by the time I get there I’ll have a better idea of what the shape of the rest of the trip will look like.

I’m anxious about the weight I’m going to have to carry, even early on in the trip. Worried about food still, since I still don’t have much of a clue as to what I’ll be doing on that front. Fortunately I only need to worry about one food drop to get me to Queenstown, and if all else fails I can hitch from the trail at several points to go get groceries.

But also super excited about all of the people I’m now following on Instagram and through blogs, seeing their pictures, reading their stories, and most importantly, lookin forward to meeting them, even if only briefly as we pass each other in opposite directions. Hopefully overnight hut selection between northbounders and southbounders will have enough overlap I can at least get an evening with them!

Earlier today I was running errands and I realized that a couple of years ago I wouldn’t have dreamed I’d be “wasting time” doing things like laundry, grocery shopping, waiting in line at the post office while on a vacation. Yet here I am, thousands of miles from home, doing just that. And I’m even about to go take in a movie at the local cinema. Fly half way around the world to see Jumanji, you say? Damn right.

The calm before the storm. I am glad I opted to spend a week or so in country before starting the walk. I can do last minute things. Get over jet lag (which wasn’t that bad actually). Explore Auckland and Wellington a bit. Do some day hiking as a bit of warm up. And most importantly, relax. The week I had between coming home from Iceland and leaving for New Zealand was packed full of activity. Paperwork. Visiting friends. Dropping off my cats. Worrying about my cats (which I’m still doing to be perfectly honest). Cleaning my apartment. Packing. Right now though, mostly what I need to do before I start walking is done. The rest I can make up as I go along.

When I first got here I was so anxious to get started I wished I hadn’t pre-booked everything up until the day I start walking because now I can’t really change it. But I’m glad I did 🙂

Anywho. I think I’ve rambled enough. I start walking in a few days. I’m excited. Slightly terrified, but excited 🙂

On a side note it’s super expensive to send a postcard to the US from New Zealand. $2.20NZD! (About $1.50 US) I’m going to go bankrupt sending postcards home and to everyone I can think of! Speaking of which, if you want a postcard, hit up the the about page and send me your address.

Trail food planning

My current plan is that I’m going to ship food boxes from 2 places on the trail: Invercargill (one food box to Birchwood Station or Ohai) and Queenstown (food boxes to Tekapo, Lake Coleridge, Arthur’s Pass, Boyle Village, and St. Arnaud)

The Birchwood Station box only needs about 4 days worth of food, and is only so I don’t have to start the hike with 10 days worth of food, much of which I won’t need for about 3 or 4 days out of Invercargill. It will get me to Te Anau where I’ll resupply for the stretch up to Queenstown.

I may not send a food drop to Tekapo, but it’s a 7 day stretch past there and I don’t know what food availability / cost is going to be like there, and if I can buy in bulk fairly inexpensively in Queenstown, I’d rather do that.

The rest of that, though, the food drops are going to be my primary source of food on the trail. Without any ability to augment my food supply for large stretches of trail, I’ll need to carefully plan what I’m going to eat, so I don’t pack too much, but I don’t pack too little, and since most of my food will be coming from one place, fairly early on in the trail, I have to be careful to have enough variety in my food so I don’t get sick of eating oatmeal on day 30 and still have another month of oatmeal ahead of me in food drops! I’m hoping to flesh out many of the meals and such in the first part of the trip, prior to arrival in Queenstown, and basing my food planning for the rest of the trip on that.

There’s a chance I might ship my food drops from Wanaka instead of Queenstown. The primary motivation for Queenstown over Wanaka is there’s a Pak’n’Save in Queenstown but not Wanaka, so I’m running under the assumption I’ll be able to save some money buying there rather than buying everything at, say, Four Square or New World in Wanaka. This is also why I’m opting to mail a box to Tekapo since the next stretch from there is 6-7 days and they have even less supermarket options there. I’m fine with resupplying in Wanaka for a 7 day trip, as New World should have everything I need and the money I might save buying in Queenstown could be offset by shipping and storage costs (assuming I’d be charged to receive a package at my accommodation in Wanaka).

Anywho, enough logistics thinking, on to what I’m actually planning to eat!

Basics

Oatmeal, rice, quinoa, pasta, and cous cous are probably going to make up the majority of my calorie load. If I can figure out a decent bean situation I would like to bring those in, but they tend to have long cooking times and I’d much prefer to also not heat anything in my pot other than water to save on cleaning. Pasta and steel cut oats and such can be hot soaked in my en-cozied food container, overnight if need be (I tried this with steel cut oats, worked perfectly).

Add-ons

To try to change things up with oatmeal, I plan to bring powdered milk, ghee, brown sugar, protein powder, a variety of dried fruits and nuts, and, of course, chia seeds. I’m hoping I can get enough variety out of the fruits and nuts combinations to help myself not get entirely sick of oatmeal.

For pasta I plan to bring various powdered soup and sauce mixes. I could try to bring dried herbs and spices and such, but honestly the packets will probably be way more convenient and then I don’t need to carry a bunch of little containers for spices, just upend a bag into my hot soak container along with the pasta.

Speaking of pasta, the pasta I plan to use the most if I can get it is angel hair. It should cook enough with a hot soak and fairly quickly, to conserve fuel, and reduce the time between stopping for a meal and eating said meal.

Snacks

I’ll need to have a variety of snacks for either grazing on as I walk or munching on when I stop to rest. I don’t want to end up getting sick of, or sick from eating too much trail mix. I love me some trail mix, but eating that for 2 months straight is probably not going to be a great idea!

Fallbacks

I’ll want to have some fallbacks. Easy food. I am likely going to pack at least one full dehydrated expensive just-add-water meal to each food drop. They’re not cheap, but at the end of a hard day I may just want something stupidly braindead easy just to shove calories in my face. Things like peanut butter and nutella tacos, or whatever. But also keeping in mind that I want to try to pack just enough food to get me to the next food drop or resupply. Both so I’m not carrying too much extra weight, and also so I am not wasting food because I end up with an extra day worth of food at my food drop and don’t want or need to carry it all out.

Extra food

I’ve seen people go both ways on carrying extra Just In Case food. Like if weather stops me 3 days into a 7 day stretch and I have to wait it out for 2 days, I’m going to want something to eat. Fortunately for those days I won’t necessarily need to have the full calorie complement I would normally have since I will be doing low or zero mileage on those days, but some people say to deal with it and stretch food if you need to, noting that going for that last day into town without any food isn’t the end of the world. Mostly you need water, and water I’ll have, I’m not worried about water. One of the problems with packing extra food is if I pack an extra day of food into each food drop, if I don’t use that, when I get to the next food drop I have 2 extra days of food. What do I do with that extra food? Carry it? Throw it out? Hiker box? Share the love? I don’t know. These are things that are on my mind regarding food planning, and I hope to have decently formed opinions on the matter by the time I get to my second food drop source, be it Queenstown or Wanaka or somewhere else, so I can get my food drops ready and shipped out without spending too much time fretting over what should go in them! Get the fretting out of the way in advance!

Planning

In doing meal planning, I’m going to try to take into consideration things like what I actually want in my meals throughout the day. So in the mornings having something heavy in complex carbohydrates, fiber, and some fat will be good. For snacks it’ll be mostly nuts and trail mix. For lunch it’ll probably be a lot of peanut butter tortillas. And at night having something both easy to make and amenable to having protein powder added to get some of those recovery calories. At the end of the day, the last thing I’m going to want to do is put together a complex meal, especially if it’s been a particularly crappy day or I’m camping out in the rain or both!

Additionally I’m thinking about calorie loads and calorie weights over the course of a stretch as well. For the 10 day stretch in Richmond Ranges I’m thinking about things like having more calories in the early days vs later days (since I’ll be carrying more weight and possibly doing more climbing), as well as trying to front load the heavier calories, to try to optimize for shedding food weight early on.

I plan to spend a decent portion of my time in country before hitting the trail working on this and coming up with some “recipes” and daily meal plans and documenting them here as much as I can. This post was originally going to be that, but as I started writing I realized that I’m not ready enough to put that down and also there could be value in writing up my thinking about food planning and not just what I ended up with.

I need to try to avoid the trap of trying to over optimize. Especially since future me might be REALLY upset with past me’s choices. Especially given that the time between future me and past me could be upward of a month and a half. This alone makes me hesitant to ship out all of my food in advance, especially from as early on in the trip as Queenstown. Fortunately I’ll have plenty of time to think about that and figure it out on the way to Queenstown!

Conclusion

I’ve got a lot of thinking to do and planning and hopefully this jumble of words shines some light on my thinking around that. I’m confident I’ll figure something out, and that I’ll be able to adapt along the way when necessary. The biggest thing I keep telling myself is “no plan survives first contact with the enemy” and I haven’t yet made first contact with the enemy, so until I do it’s all academic. That’s not to say it’s not a good idea to think about things, but don’t feel the need to have it planned to a T, and if things go awry on the trail, roll with it and figure something out!