From the carpark I followed the road downhill, past lake number 2, Rotokakahi, which is privately owned and pakeha are not welcome. Since it was such a tiny segment anyway, it made no sense to unpack the boat, so even if I'd been allowed to paddle it, I wouldn't have.
I joined the Tarawera Trail at the huge carpark, these days empty but for one car, a young Wellington couple doing a day trip to Hot Water Beach and taking the water taxi back. They soon overtook me on the track as it meandered down to the lake and then around a couple of headlands before arriving at Hawaiki Beach.
After an early lunch I inflated Lola and off I paddled. There was no wind, so it was pleasant paddling, watching all the birds and the occasional jumping fish.
It took about 2 hours to paddle to Hot Water Beach. There's a peninsula to paddle around, that sure beat lugging my gear over the hill instead!
As I paddled in to the bay I could see steam rising from the water, and the surface water was surprisingly warm. I kept well away from the hot water and beached Lola safely on a nice grassy patch before checking out the campsite. Since I was the only person staying the night, the caretaker, who was there painting site pegs, said I could choose whichever site I wanted. I'd booked and paid for a different site, but in the end took a nice spot by the beach, separated from other sites. Apparently there was a school group turning up the next day.
After setting up camp I went for a swim. The hot water comes out through numerous vents in the rocks and creates a very hot water layer on the surface, which you need to mix with the cooler lake water. It's kind of like when you have a shower mixer and you can't get the water just right. It's either too hot or too cold. Overall somewhat unsatisfactory. But still a nice swim, the lake temperature being quite pleasant anyway.
The evening was uneventful. Just a gentle breeze coming off the lake to keep the sandflies away. After dinner there wasn't a lot to do. A few games on the phone and an early night!!
It was a short paddle into the next bay over, where there's a jetty and a big shelter, neither of which look well used. I packed up the boat into my backpack, changed into my trail shoes, and walked the short track over to Lake Rotomahana. It's a pretty track, through Manuka and ferns, with a memorial to those who died when Mt Tarawera erupted in 1886.
There's a ramshackle jetty at the end of the track. I inflated Lola, leaving my shoes and backpack there rather than stowing them inside the raft. Then I began my paddle along the lake shore.
Lake Rotomahana used to be a much smaller lake, and was said to be the birthplace of NZ tourism, because there used to be pink and white silica terraces beside the lake. People came from all over the world to see them, but when Tarawera erupted they were buried and the much larger Lake was formed. It's said that the terraces may still be there, deep down in the depths of the lake….
There's at least a kilometre of geothermal activity along the lake shore, so after visiting the most intensive area I paddled slowly back the way I'd come.
I was back at camp by 2 pm, the school kids yet to arrive. An easterly was beginning to pick up, but not enough to make paddling impossible. I had toyed with the idea of moving on to the next campsite, but the paddling would be much more pleasant in the morning….
The paddle to the outlet took 2.5 hours. There's a large campsite there, but completely empty because the road access is closed. The only access is by boat, or via the track from the Tarawera Falls carpark, but to get there you need to pay for a permit. Having a packraft certainly makes life easier…
The walk to Tarawera Falls is along a well maintained track, following the river most of the way. The river starts off looking very mellow, but soon becomes something quite outside my pay scale. Grade 3,4 and 5, plus a few trees right across the river, and then there's a few big waterfalls. And that's before it all disappears into the ground.
I had lunch at the falls and then walked back to my boat, checking out the empty campsite on the way. My original plan had been to stay there, but I'd figured I could just keep going around the lake to Humphries Bay and camp there instead. Then I could clean and dry my packraft that evening, ready to schlep it over the hill to the next lake.
I saw some hikers at one of the beaches, but otherwise saw no one all day. A few small boats trawling, but none on the side of the lake I was paddling.
This year DOC made available a yearly campsite pass, so I purchased that. I still have to make bookings for some places but I don't now need to have exact change to pay as I go. I'll now be able to use those coins to pay for hot showers. For some bizarre reason lots of commercial campsites don't include hot showers in the camping fee, so you have to pay extra for a hot shower. Since one of the main reasons I stay in a commercial site is to have a hot shower, I find it particularly annoying!
The bay was glassy, but it was protected from the northerly wind that was forecast. So initially the paddling was easy.
Soon I encountered the headwind. Only a few knots, with the occasional stronger gust, but enough to cause small waves and make paddling more strenuous. By keeping close to shore I could avoid most of it. No short cuts on this section!!
I met a few boaties, a kayak fisherman, and a family on sit on kayaks. It took me 3 hours to paddle up the lake, much slower with a headwind. But I was in no hurry.
Richelle was surprised to see me, Nick not having mentioned that I would be turning up. I'd messaged Nick earlier, so he rang his wife to let her know. She opened up a utility room that had access to a toilet and shower, and let me set up my tent on the lawn with a lovely lake view.
Later Nick popped down to meet me and we had a wee chat, and I thanked him for his hospitality. I had a pretty chill afternoon, nice to have a hot shower and just read a book and watch the young local kids jumping off the jetty.
If I did this trip again I would pack up on day 2, leave the gear at the shelter at the isthmus track whilst visiting Rotomahana and then paddle on to the outlet campsite. Day 3 you could easily do the falls and then paddle to Humphries Bay and through to Lake Okataina, with a good looking stealth campsite at Maori Point. Or cough up for a room at the lodge.
The forest was dense and green, and great walking in the rain. There were no views at all along the entire ridge run, or maybe there were when the clouds weren't so low.. I met a few mountain bikers, and some more trail runners, more people than I'd seen in days!!
It took me 5.5 hours to get to Lake Okareka, as it's a couple more kilometres down an unsealed road from the trailhead. The campsite was closed, with a barrier across the access road but that's easy to walk around and get down to the lake. There was a really nice shelter with picnic tables, perfect for unpacking my backpack and sitting out a few heavy downpours.
Then it was onto the final lake. Mel had told me about the caves with glow worms in them, which weren't far from the campsite, but it was too light to see them glow, though I could see their little filaments hanging down from the roof. It was really pretty to explore the numerous caves along there, definitely somewhere to go back to at night.
There was minimal wind on the lake so once I'd had enough of the caves I just paddled straight across the tiny lake to the jetty at the far end. Then I packed up Lola and walked in the rain up and over the hill. There was a small embankment and a fence that I could easily jump over, so I got myself a good shortcut back to my car parked right up the back of the park. I literally took my pack off and threw it on the front seat, on a tarp, and strapped it into the seatbelt. Then I popped in to the office to let them know I'd arrived back a day early and treated myself to an ice cream.