King of the Hill: Mid-King Bivvy

Sam Harrison
7 min readJun 20, 2021

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Bleary eyed I emerged from my car at Takapu Rd Station. Here I encountered my first obstacle, getting into the WTMC van. This was was far too difficult for half past six in the morning, taking a swift blow from Richard’s boot to finally dislodge the door from its jammed state. At Wellington Station we picked up the rest of the crew, making five of us total: Tereza, Monique, Richard, Juliette and myself (Sam). Soon we were winding our way over the Rimutakas through an exceedingly dense patch of fog. Well we think it was fog, there were some good cases being made that it was in fact a cloud. What’s the difference? I don’t have the foggiest idea.

Instead of the weather becoming better over the other side of the hill a thin mist of rain was falling when we stumbled out of the van at The Pines. Boots were hauled on, straps tightened and final prayers ushered, then we were off. That first section of the walk was rather boring, spent trying to walk five in a line and invariably leaving an awkward person out in front. Before long we entered the bush and started on the track to Mitre Flats proper. We had to keep an eye on Richard, who was gleefully skipping down the track every so often spying a juicy green nugget and exclaiming this in great excitement. Once we glimpsed the 1080 we began to see it everywhere, triggering an intellectual debate as to when it must have been dropped.

About a half hour in to the forest the party stopped for a korero. Our stated objective on this tramp was Mid-King Bivvy, but at the rate we were walking there it wasn’t looking likely this side of Christmas. This being so we decided to split into a fast and a slow group. The latter was to stop at Mitre Flat and was given the ever so important job of making sure the billy was on when we got back. Tereza, Richard and myself waved the others goodbye before setting off at a cracking pace down the track. It wasn’t long before we spotted the first 1080 victim on the track and Tereza got an anatomy lesson.

Richard: “It’s a boy possum”

Tereza: “How do you know”

Richard: “I can see it’s balls…”

The possum really did bring out the inner-bogan in Richard who enjoyed giving it a good poke with his pole, reminiscing about his youth spent “f***ing up possums”. After all that excitement…

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Sam Harrison

Tramper with something to say about tramps (of the walking variety).