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“Cloudy periods, clearing later in the morning.” So promised the Met Office on the morning of Wednesday, June 22nd, as I set off to collect a couple of friends who were going to join my little naked expedition down Auckland’s West Coast from Karekare to Pararaha Valley. One of our number didn’t arrive at the meeting point at the pre-organised time of 9.30 a.m. I later discovered that he’d had a crisis at home and was unable to leave. It was sad because I know this friend really enjoys these wilderness expeditions; however there will be many more opportunities.
By 10.20 a.m. we’d arrived at the car park at Karekare where we met up with the rest of our party and, having organised our supplies and equipment, we stripped off, donned our backpacks and set out along the Karekare Stream towards the ocean – two guys, two ladies, and two kids – all in eager anticipation of this encounter with nature on this, the shortest day of the year.
Our first unexpected meeting was with a little Green and Golden Bell Frog, an introduced species that inhabits ponds and marshlands in these upper North Island regions. Their breeding season begins around late spring to early summer, and by January the swamplands along the coast between Whatipu and Karekare are full of tadpoles! A little further along the beach, the girls came across a seal, which had died of unknown causes and washed ashore. This was definitely turning into a fantastic nature study field trip, which more than justified the two girls’ day off school!
Shellfish have been protected on Karekare beach for some time now, and finally they are re-establishing themselves. One of the girls is fascinated by how they cling to pieces of driftwood that lay scattered along the sands, adding to the variety of textures that imprint on your senses as you take in the breathtaking beauty of this place
Approaching the Pararaha Valley, we turned inland towards the dunes and stopped for a brief rest and snack before venturing across the swamplands towards the large sandbank that guards the entrance to the valley. The headland provided the perfect backdrop for some photographic fun as we contorted our bodies to spell out the thing we enjoyed the most about our hike …
Just after midday, with the day’s temperature reaching its promised maximum of 17 degrees Celsius, we made our way across more swamplands and onto the track that led through native forest up the Pararaha Valley. This area is home to the magnificent Black Swans, which were introduced as a game bird from Australia to New Zealand in the 1860s but also probably reached here naturally at about the same time as the population grew and spread very rapidly. They are probably still arriving here from Australia naturally so should be classified as a native bird.
The main concentrations of the birds are now to be found on coastal lakes and lagoons around the South Island and in the Wairarapa, Hawkes Bay in the North Island, as well as inland lakes in the Waikato and Rotorua. Nesting habits depend upon the locality and food supply. The black swan is very aggressive when defending its territory and nest from intruders, including other swans. Only about one in five of New Zealand’s black swans nests in any year, and no more than a third of the birds present at any breeding area attempt to nest. The birds heap available plant material, usually rushes, in piles and line it with down. Usually, five or six greenish white eggs are laid, and incubation, by both parents, takes about five weeks. The newborn cygnets are led to the water within 24 hours of hatching. For most of their life prior to breeding, black swans seem to leave the place where they were born for marine and estuarine habitats. Many of the Waikato birds make for the harbours and these west coastlands of Northland.
The winter rains had left the track through the bush somewhat muddy, but the feel of soft mud squishing between your toes is by no means unpleasant! At one point it was necessary to cross the Pararaha Stream. The place where the track crossed was easy enough and only just above the knees in depth, but I thought it prudent at the time to wait until everyone was safely across before letting them know of the eels that inhabit those waters!
There are two main types of eel in New Zealand streams - the shortfin and the longfin (pictured). There are fewer eels today because of the loss of wetlands and commercial fishing. Eels migrate up streams as “elvers” to find suitable adult habitats.
After many years (15-30 years for shortfins, 25 years for longfins, and sometimes up to 80 years) they migrate to the Pacific Ocean to breed and die. Eels are secretive, mainly nocturnal and prefer habitats with plenty of cover. If you decide to take along a hand line to fish for them, the best time is at dusk. The longfin eel is one of the largest eels in the world and it is found only in the rivers and lakes of New Zealand. Longfin eels are considered “At risk, declining”. So only take the one you need for dinner - don't just fish them for sport. I didn’t see an eel at the crossing on the way up the valley, but a good sized longfin slowly made its way downstream right in front of me as I was crossing the stream on the way back.
About 20 minutes up the track, we arrived at the Pararaha campsite and made ourselves comfortable at the Les Ward shelter where we had lunch. Again, because of the heavy winter rains experienced on the West Coast, the area was pretty boggy in places, but we were able to have a brief explore of the campsite area and the river before making our way back the way we came. In the middle of summer this valley is an idyllic getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life and has been one of my favourite camping spots for many years.
Apart from one of our female members “discovering” a rather deep part of the swamp, the return hike was otherwise uneventful and we unhurriedly strolled our way north again back to Karekare, totally enjoying the cool sea air on our naked bodies. Who would have though this day in the middle of winter would still be warm enough to enjoy this moment!? We felt no need to dress before reaching the carpark – the few people around seemed oblivious to the fact we were naked. It has been my experience in the past to realise that us Westie People are totally relaxed about being naked on these beaches.
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