Back from a couple of days camping. We not only survived. We really enjoyed it.
Putangirua Pinnacles is on the wild west coast of the Wairarapa. 58kms towards the coast from Featherton for those who know the area.
The DOC camping ground had only a (clean) toilet and a tap to wash your hands but no drinking water. We had to take everything. We camped with three other families. Froze at night. 26 degrees C during the day. Gorgeous.
One day we did a 3 hour walk to the Pinnacles lookout (6 adults and 7 kids aged 4 - 12). It was a huge walk for the kids (especially the little ones). Lots of hill work and river crossings. (And I was the only one who lost her footing and fell in during the river crossings. Figures. My friend, G, says, Do you want me to carry your camera across? I tell him "F*** the camera. Get me across!))
After lunch the same day we visited the seal colony at Cape Palliser and then the Cape Palliser Lighthouse.
Hmmm. The lighthouse. 251 steps to reach the lighthouse. No problem. I am fit. That was fine. 251 steps straight up like a never ending staircase. We all charged up. Up, up, up. That was OK. But upon reaching the top I looked down. Big mistake. Remember my dislike of swing bridges? My fear of heights? For a moment I wondered what people would do to save me if I had a meltdown and couldn't get down the stairs. Was there room to land a helicopter at the top of this cliff?
And then E needed to go to the toilet. At the summit. Our kind friend, G, took him behind the safety fence (ONTO THE CLIFF!) where E had to do number 2s. That evening E told me "I was so scared I thought I was going to vomit so I poohed instead!"
I got down by
- my lovely friend, L, walking in front of me (and helping her 4 year old)
- putting one foot in front of the other (as you do) and
- deciding to help my new friend D who was behind me (who was also scared witless).
Don't tell my kids I was petrified.