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December 2018

Tapapakanga Regional Park

Our original plan for the North Island was to head up to hot water beach on the Coromandel Peninsula. However by the time we were done with Kerosene Creek, the weather had taken a decided turn for the worse and so we decided to go to the other side of the Firth of Thames. As we found out, this was a rather obscure area despite its proximity to Auckland. And while the weather was not great, it didn't look quite as bad as Coromandel and entailed less driving.

We found a delightful spot to camp overlooking the bay.

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We pretty much had the spot to ourselves, and the park itself was all rolling hills and deserted beaches. Verdant to be sure, but with the weather it had a bit of a foreboding quality.

But no matter. We were quit snug in our little camper.

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The sunset was the equal to any I have seen, even here in the big skies of New Mexico.

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The next day we followed the scenic shore road back to Auckland, but not before stopping at Clevedon Coast Oysters for some much needed hot oyster stew. Picking up the van near the airport was a challenge, and so was dropping it off. The Kiwis seem to be particularly fond of roundabouts, and in the city there were sometimes 3 or 4 in a row with extremely heavy traffic. Once again Bill managed to avoid killing us, barely, and we got to the airport in time to make our flight to Queensland on the South Island. We had considered taking the van on the ferry between the islands, but that proved impractical because of the cost and the distance. Little did we know, however, that the Wicked Van would almost prove to be our undoing. Well, a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly was a shit hole, and a tiny one at that. And I have no one to blame but myself.

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Kerosene Creek

Our next stop was Rotorua, famous for its hot springs and geothermal activity. However on arrival, we found the whole area to be touristy and crowded, with many of the springs using their Maori history to attract the hordes. We were not interested, and figured that the hiking would be similar. And so, after asking a number of folks, we were directed to undeveloped Kerosene Creek. Though not exactly undiscovered, by the time we got there it was close to dusk and most of the soakers had left.

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Photo by Bill Wertz

The creek meandered through the forest creating small cascades over the rocks and pools of deliciously hot water, just deep enough for soaking. There were enough pools that privacy was usually assured. And yes, they did smell like sulpher, but that was a small price to pay. Although we were never sure whether the camping was strictly legal since the creek looked to be on a private logging road, nevertheless we decided to spend the night, and, as it turned out, the next as well. Nobody chased us out, and there were a few unmarked trails that went off into the forest so we spent the day exploring, in between long periods of hanging out in the creek. After several days on the road, it felt great to get squeeky clean. You know the feeling when the tips of your fingers get wrinkled after a long time in the bath. In this case, it was more that just our fingers. Even after two days it was hard to pull ourselves away.

It took Bill and I a while to get our sleeping and cooking routines down. I have been an insomniac for more years than I care to remember, but in many ways, Bill was an ideal sleeping partner. He would be out within 5 minutes of hitting the pillow, and my tossing and turning generally didn't bother him. Alright, after time went by he did insist on putting a long pillow between us so that I would not encroach on his side of the bed. Getting up in the middle of the night to pee was a somewhat arduous process as each of us had barely enough room to squeeze by one another. Often we would end up getting up at the same time. I know, more information than you needed to know. He was also in the habit of waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning, but he was quiet enough not to wake me. Usually I would get up about 6:30 and sometimes he would have the water already heating for coffee. That went a long way in making up for his grouchy periods. I really can't complain, as I was very fussy about where we would camp. I never wanted to be right next to someone, and often we would drive a long distance just to find pristine spots. He was the designated driver and was always a good sport about going out of our way.

I hadn't given much thought about what sharing a very small van for six weeks would be like, but it sort of felt like a second marriage, minus the sex. And unlike a lot of second marriages, we are still good friends.

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