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8 Oct 2021 at 5:06 pm #46478Tony GazleyKeymaster
Day 1. Campsite at head of Cook Arm.
Day 1. On the way to Magog.
Day 1. Nearly at the summit of Magog.
Day 1. It’s a bit windy up here….
Day 1. On the summit of Magog. North Arm behind.
Day 1. The weirdly weathered granite of Magog.
Day 1. On Magog. Gog partly hidden in cloud centre background.
Day 1. Among the weird rocks near the summit of Magog.
Day 1. Heading back to camp at Cook Arm.
Day 1. A cramped camp in the scrub at Cook Arm.
Day 1. The kitchen at Cook Arm. Xmas dinner.
Day 1. The view from the kitchen. Gog at right.
Day 2. Heading towards Gog.
Day 2. Gog from near Magog.
Day 2. Beneath the summit of Magog.
Day 2. Too nice a day to hurry.
Day 2. On the lower slopes of Gog. Magog right of centre.
Day 2. The lower slopes of Gog. Cook Arm and Pacific Ocean in distance.
Day 2. On the summit of Gog. Magog left of centre, Cook Arm right of centre.
Day 2. On the summit of Gog.
Day 2. On the summit of Gog. Magog left, Cook Arm right, Tin Range distant left skyline.
Day 3. On the way back to Oban. Heading down Cook Arm at low tide.
Day 3. Cook Arm mud-flats at low tide.
Day 3. Crossing Cook Arm at low tide. Gog (left) and Magog in distance.
Day 3. Weathered rocks and a bonsai tree.
Day 3. Mud, shells and algae.
Day 3. Getting deeper nearer the ocean.
Day 3. Near the start of eastern Cook Arm.
Day 3. At the end of eastern Cook Arm just before the tide stated to rise rapidly.
Day 3. Taking a break before heading to Bens Bay.
Day 3. Damage control at campsite beyond Bens Bay.
Day 3. Campsite gear explosion.
Day 4. Stream dropping over Belltopper Falls. We camped next to the stream after a tough day of bush-bashing. We did get to see kiwi though.
Day 5. At North Arm Port Pegasus with the worst of the bush-bashing behind us. Illona tends the fire to cook a fish and some cockles given to us by a kindly fisher passing by in his boat. The bricks are from one of the late 1800s buildings on the site – possibly the hotel.
Day 5. Left to right Kate, Illona Megan, and Tony. Well feed, and happy there’s no more serious bush-bashing. Although we were nearly flattened by a very large and angry sea lion that crashed through our camp early the next morning. We hadn’t realised we had pitched our tents right on it’s haul-out track – and it wasn’t going to stop just because we were there.
Day 5. View accross Port Pegasus to the remaining foundation wall of the early 1900s fish processing factory (centre).
Day 6. Lunch at the tin miners’ dam on the way to the Tin Range.
Day 6. On the Tin Range. Gog right of centre.
Day 6. North along the Tin Range. Mt Allen centre skyline.
Day 6. On the Tin Range.
Day 6. South from the Tin Range. Gog just visible right of centre.
Day 6. A rare fine day on the Tin Range. Mt Allen centre.
Day 6. Granite Knob.
Day 6. Climbing Granite Knob.
Day 6. South east from Granite Knob.
Day 6. Un-named tarn below Mt Allen.
Day 7. Un-named tarn below Mt Allen.
Day 7. Sidling Mt Allen.
Day 7. Blaikies Hill.
Day 7. Kiwi print and beak holes. While we didn’t see the kiwi on the Tin Range we spied dotterels and plenty of lizards thanks to the dedication of trappers who ‘ring-fence’ the area with 1080 fish baits to control the feral cats that plague the island.
Day 7. North from Table Hill. Ruggedy Mountains left skyline.
Day 7. A bit battered but very happy. Megan, Illona, Kate, Tony.
Day 7. Just another Rakiura day.
Day 7. Camp below Table Hill.
Day 8. Tony, Megan and Kate abandon the shortcut across South West Arm while Illona continues but then gets stuck.
Day 8. Illona concedes she needs help when she realises she is sinking faster than she can dig.
Day 8. Free.15 Oct 2021 at 12:16 pm #46693Mr TroggGuest
An interesting log of a slog through the bog to climb Gog and Magog. I’m agog. (Though the story could have done with a dog.)
Mr Trogg17 Oct 2021 at 11:56 pm #46726Hugo Hampstead-SmythGuest
The rules of the decalog would not permit a dog – or a hog.
But wouldn’t you rather be drinking grog or having a snog than writing replies to the WTMC blog?18 Oct 2021 at 11:49 am #46729Phineas FoggGuest
Then how about a frog? Did you see any frogs in those bogs by the Gogs?18 Oct 2021 at 1:01 pm #46732JohnGuest
Or maybe a hedgehog on your slog to reach Gog (they are on the Island and are a serious pest together with rats and cats around the mudflats).22 Aug 2022 at 6:50 pm #54628KermitGuest
hahaha funny comments23 Aug 2022 at 1:51 pm #54650FreddoGuest
Is Kermit a frog from those bogs by the Gogs?!24 Aug 2022 at 6:34 pm #54692KermitGuest
Just because my name is Kermit doesn’t mean I’m a frog (or from the bog by Magog). My otherwise normal parents Mr and Mrs Greene though it funny to christen me Kermit. Now I have grown up (I’m 94) I have learnt to live with it – but at kindergarten the other kids teased me and it wasn’t funny being Greene. Anyway, now most people call me Matt.