It rained in the night, and there was a fine drizzle as we set off next morning – a little later than we normally got up. We had next to no food left, and my stomach was yowling, but I could deal with that – we were only a couple of hours from civilization. We soon found the trail, and followed the orange triangles through the trees. But something was wrong. The map showed the trail running alongside the river pretty much all the way, but this trail was heading away from the river. A sick feeling inside me was growing. What if we were on the wrong trail? If we were heading further into the wilderness, with no supplies at all? I called a meeting. We were both worried by the trail's direction, but the only other option seemed to be forcing our way through the bush to keep to the course of the river, which neither of us wanted to do. We decided to stick to the trail, and if we hadn't come to the lodge in 3 hours, we'd return to the hut and make a new plan.
The trail seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time going uphill. Something caught my eye – a large skull and crossbones sign nailed to a tree. “DANGER – 1080 poison” it said, part of DOC's possum eradication programme. Although possums are native to Australia, in New Zealand they are a pest, devastating the native birdlife by snacking on eggs, as well as on indigenous trees. DOC's solution is to drop cyanide from the air all over some of the most beautiful wilderness anywhere, resulting in a curiously sterile ecosystem; there are birds in abundance, but an almost total absence of mammals. We began to encounter gruesome little patches of fur along the path – the remnants of possum. They appeared to have almost been dissolved.
I was getting weak with hunger, and we agreed to stop at the river for lunch. On the map a walkwire was marked, but as the trail led downhill and the river came into sight, I could see no wire. This was definitely the trail – there was the orange marker on the far bank. But was it the right trail? And if so, where was the walkwire? More worry. We sat down to the remains of our food – one piece of bread each and half a sausage. I was supposed to be a vegetarian, but felt that given the circumstances, a bit of sausage wouldn't do any harm. It wasn't bad. Meaty, as you'd expect.
We decided to press on, and waded out into the river. The water wasn't too high, but it was fast-flowing, and more than once I nearly lost my footing. I staggered out on the opposite bank, water streaming off me, and waited for Simone. After a quick readjustment of the packs, we set off again. After an hour of more walking I was getting more and more concerned. We'd been going three hours, which was the time we'd agreed to cancel if there was no sign of the lodge. But something told me to keep going, and I didn't say anything to Simone, who was whistling jauntily as she strode along.
Four hours. Then five. By now we knew something was wrong with our navigation, but the path was well marked, and seemed to be getting broader. After I climbed over one log, I looked down in the mud and suddenly noticed the imprint of a hiking boot. Someone else had been this way recently. It gave me fresh hope, and we kept going.
The trees were more spread out now, and ahead of us I could see something through them. It was a small footbridge. On the other side a sign stood. “Circular Nature Walk”, it said. “Follow the signs on our nature walk. Time: 45 minutes”. Oh great, I thought. We've just crossed an entire mountain range, barely making it down, and we're stuck on a frigging nature walk. Which is circular. I've had about all the nature I can take for now. Still, off we went, round the circuit.
The signposts grew more frequent. Then, shocking in it's unnatural geometry, I could see a shape through the trees. It was the lodge.
We literally staggered out of the forest. We were covered in cuts and scratches, faint with hunger, and I had a pronounced limp from wrenching my knee. There was a row of small cabins in front of us, and pylons humming overhead. On the far side of the field a woman was hanging out washing. We trudged over to her.
“Er, hello,” I said. “We wondered if you could help us. Is this Borland Lodge?”
“Certainly is,” she said. “Do you have a booking?” She looked at us for the first time. “Oh. You've been in the bush, haven't you.”
“We've walked from Manapouri. Over that.” I pointed to the towering range of mountains behind us.
“Gosh, you've done well. You look a bit tired.” She smiled.
“We are. And we're very hungry. I don't suppose... could we buy some food? Just some bread or potatoes or something.”
“We can do better than that. Would you like fish or chicken as a starter? Come inside – I'll show you the menu.”
I couldn't believe it. This was an outdoor centre, and she was offering us a three course meal. “I'll have the fish, please. And could we use your phone? It's just that – is it the 5th today? We're a bit overdue, and in an hour-and-a-half they're going to send up a helicopter to look for us. So we'd better give them a ring.” We'd been out 7 days.
Simone and I sat down to dinner in a long dining room with motivational posters all over the walls. “Take charge of your life!” “Never give up!” they exhorted. We were the only people there. The lady bustled back and forth, serving our food: “I've given you three rolls each... I thought you'd appreciate that.” Fish with some kind of salad. Roast chicken and veg. Finally, strawberry ice cream with chocolate wafers. I was in heaven. “I'm not really a vegetarian any more,” I informed Simone with my mouth full of chicken. “But I'm OK with that.”
After dinner we braved the sandflies to sit outside while I smoked a cigar with my coffee. It was a beautiful sunset that turned the clouds a deep shade of pink, and made the snow up on the mountaintops glow like fire. I looked up at the monolithic summit we had come over, and the bush-covered hillsides which I could now see ended in sharp cliffs that we hadn't been aware of. Titiroa loomed on the skyline, immense and unforgiving. And yet this time, for some reason, it had forgiven us. The mountain had let us live.