Soda Springs to South Crater
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“Grade:
Moderate – Difficult, allow 40 minutes to an hour.
This section of the track,
known as the Devil’s Staircase, is steep - climbing from 1400 to 1600 metres
above sea level. You will need to take your time on this section, but on a
clear day the view down the valley and out across the surrounding countryside
is well worth it.”
After reading about it in
that factual context, I feel even more proud of us. So there we were, climbing Devil’s
Staircase onto Mount Doom! If that
doesn’t sound intimidating, I don’t know what would. We at last reached the top of that section,
and were now very close to Mt. Doom.
Now this was a volcano, what you really imagine one looking like; a
red mountain with its top blown off. I
looked up at the massive formation, and saw that people were climbing it, but
fortunately and quickly learned that summiting Mount Ngauruhoe was optional;
a side trip you could take if you were up to it. On any other day, perhaps, or if we had
been in better shape and had more time, we would have followed the
overachievers, but the sign said 2 ½ hours return, and, the height at it
which it still towered above us didn’t make me cry in my soup that we didn’t
summit that mountain. It would be
impossible to have summited, though, unless we had been dropped off at 6:00
in the morning, or some people break it up and stay in one of the huts as it would
make the total trip 11 to 12 hours.
We walked a little further
and joined others who were stopped to take a break and to take in the
incredible views. It was quite
rewarding to look down and see the path so far away and small below that we
had amazingly tread and conquered. We
saw a few people, that were now dots from this angle looking down, and I felt
quite sorry for them. Those were the
ones who obviously were dropped off an hour later than us, and I knew they’d
soon be catching up with us! It was
nice to be around the people again, though, and we all seemed to share
something; a bond in that we had all defeated the volcano. And bonded that everyone else around us
looked beat. We didn’t tarry too long
there, as the journey had really just begun when looking at the sign and how
much further we had to go. We did stop
and talk to another married couple our age, he was from the States and she
was Kiwi, and we took pictures for each other. Josh and I were so relieved to see the path
ahead of us was flat for quite a while; it stretched on for what looked like
miles. We needed this. It looked like we were in the barren desert
in Arizona as we walked the dusty trail of this lifeless land. Felt like we were on the moon. The sun was beating down, but it thankfully
wasn’t too hot. Our bodies went
through temperature changes quite frequently as we would get worked up and
have to shed layers of clothes, then, put them on again when reaching the
great heights. As we were walking
through no man’s land, the flat lands gave rest to the muscles in our legs
and we felt the confidence return and the adrenaline in our bodies push us
forward again. We were so small
walking beneath these towering, violent mountains, and I envisioned the lava
flowing down and the mountain spewing smoke miles into the sky.
“After climbing a
great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.”
~Nelson Mandela
Nelson Mandela
was sure right. The flat lands did not
last too long, and my heart dropped when I saw the tiny silhouettes of people
again climbing up far ahead of us.
This almost looked worse than the hike up to the South Crater! As we got closer, the terrain looked much
more dangerous and rocky, and I began to regret wearing my tennis shoes
instead of buying hiking boots. The
lady at the transport place told me I would be fine with these, my runners,
if I was used to them and had them broken in.
She said it wasn’t as bad as they make it sound in the brochures. I wasn’t so sure now, though. The next several minutes I do believe were
one of the worst of all the hike (but not the only, haha) and if I had to
rate it between the last uphill battle we had done earlier, I honestly would
have to say this one was harder. It
wasn’t as long having to climb this straight uphill part, but it was rocky
and you had to be very careful. I felt
pretty scared, too, and did not want to fall (of course) and so the fear
magnifies the experience and your nerves can overwhelm you. Of course, you are supposed to remain calm,
but I certainly felt nothing of the sort, especially as the wind had picked
up here pretty strong, and I was worn out.
The wind was brutally cold and I had to put all my layers on
again. We stopped a couple times here,
but I didn’t want to pause too long as the heights and lack of secure foot
holdings made us feel the urgency to carry on. We caught up with many people here and the
congestion of hikers made me feel like I didn’t have to rush so much and made
me feel better again that I wasn’t the only one struggling; this was really
tough! There were no railings, of course, and our feet would slip a couple of
times. I was quite annoyed at this
point, and beginning to feel like Bilbo: “Why O why
did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and
down on Bombur's back.” I was wishing to be back
in the Shire, or back on solid ground, with my feet propped up, snuggled up
next to the fire, away from all this danger and exhausting journey. I heard one girl struggling near us say, “I
have more sympathy for Frodo and Sam, now.”
And I laughed to myself, making a mental note to remember that and
write about it. At this point, with
the wind blowing fiercely, and the never-ending goal of reaching the top of
this cragged precipice, I almost started crawling like Sam and Frodo do up
Mount Doom. Where is Sam when you need him?
I thought to myself. When Frodo
was exhausted beyond all imagining and had fought against the burden
physically and mentally with carrying the One Ring, he could not go one step
further and collapsed on the mountainside, just feet away from his goal, the
chasm where he must throw in the ring and destroy it. Sam sees his friend’s defeat, and cries
out, “Come on Mr. Frodo, I can’t carry
it for you, but I can carry you!”
That scene in the movie always gets me, and I can’t help but cry. Talk about a true blue friend. I needed him to give me that pep talk right
then and call out, “Come on Mrs. Lindsey, don’t give up! I’m here . . . I can
carry you!” But he was nowhere around.
The heavens
seemed to open and the angels gathered around to sing “Hallelujah!” when we
finally made it up those rocks and saw the flat place where several other
people were stopped and eating lunch.
We definitely needed to take a big rest after our battle. The hikers were happy, proud to have
accomplished the two hardest parts of the crossing. The views were unsurpassable and we could
see for miles and miles. I turned
around and looked where we had just come and my jaw dropped open at seeing
how high up we were and how truly ginormous the volcano was that we just
passed and could have summited. It
really put me in my place . . . God’s creation; so powerful and humbling to
see the mountains and volcanoes, this land he created. Josh and I found us a spot facing the
volcano and ate our lunch. We were
exhausted and not talking much; we were beat.
I gazed in wonder at the volcano and its width and height, wishing I
could stay there much longer to really take in this magnificent site. I ate my sandwich, another protein bar, and
beef jerky. We had brought plenty of
water, which really added to the weight of our packs, but better to be safe
than sorry. We only stayed there a few
minutes as we knew we still had much further to go and everyone else was
moving on as well. It was fun to watch
the people as they appeared to this safety zone, and seeing their weary faces
turn into smiles of relief. There was
always that sense of urgency to carry on, being on top of a volcano that we
were, but also we did not want to be left behind and miss our van, though we
still guesstimated we had plenty of time.
With the time change occurring that previous week, night was falling
early, and we definitely did not want to be caught on the mountain in the
dark without a flashlight or for any reason.
We carried on,
and looking ahead saw that we just had a little more uphill to go. Goodness gracious! It looked very easy though and just a small
slope. This was amazing! Now, we were walking right alongside a
crater, the red crater as it is called.
It was massive, and we were seriously walking along the edge with a
straight drop off just inches away into the hole of the volcano. For some reason, I didn’t feel that scared,
I was just amazed and in awe. We took
our time here, looking at the panoramic views and taking pictures and
videos. At last, we walked a few more
feet and our eyes got wide with excitement when we saw the infamous Emerald
Lakes down below. What we had seen in
pictures and thought how cool it would be to go hike and see that when we
went to New Zealand! And here we were! It made us feel so proud, and it was hard
to believe that we were now living out those images by being here in the
flesh. It seemed random, that in this
wasteland, in the middle of a barren, plant-less landscape, that there were
pools of water…not just brown, lake water but bright turquoise, green, and
blue (I find it hard to describe in one color haha), three pools of water
that are filled with minerals from the rocks.
We could smell the sulfur, rotten-egg odor, and steam was coming up
from the ground in several places. I
wouldn’t be filling my bottle with that water, nor would I be touching
it. All I could think of was the old
grandma in Dante’s Peak, when she got in the water and pushed the boat with
her family inside to shore, and her legs were all burned. Yikes.
Going down from the red crater down to the emerald lakes was also
somewhat of a challenge but also fun, and scary. It was a lot of loose sand (actually
scoria) and loose pebbles so you had to be really careful. It was quite a steep descent and I was
going very slow as I didn’t want to fall.
I hate that feeling when your feet just come out from underneath you
and you have no control. That happened
quite a few times; I would laugh at Josh as he almost fell in front of me,
and then it would happen to me seconds later.
Everyone around us was uncool in those moments though, it didn’t
matter who you were, how fit you were, or what kind of shoes you had on, we
all were slipping around and feeling embarrassed. I was going down very slowly, but sometimes
just slid a few inches down, which was quite fun. It made me nervous though, and my legs
started feeling shaky. I was extremely
happy when we got to the bottom and were finally at the lakes. We walked around them and were just amazed
and trying, once again, to take in the reality of the situation. The color of the water was beautiful and
rare. Many people were stopped here
and eating. We didn’t stay long, just
about five minutes for pictures, as we were really wanting this hike to be
OVER!
I was relieved
to see flat lands again and these several minutes gave our legs a
vacation. I wished I had blinders on
like a horse, however, and I groaned angrily when I saw we still had more
climbing to do. This is
ridiculous! I had no idea it was going
to be like this, and I couldn’t imagine my legs being able to lift up
anymore. They were killing me. It was getting warm again as there was not
a cloud in the sky…climbing those rocks was tough, but not near as bad as
what we’d already encountered. It
still took quite a while, and Josh and I were getting in worse moods with
each staggering movement. Once we
reached the top of that section, we had reached another lake called Blue Lake,
a huge pool of water, this time with dark colors. It was silent and still; quite eerie. According to Maori, these waters are sacred
and it is a disgrace to eat at the water’s edge. Looking down into the valley on the other
side that we had walked from, to the side we saw a huge forest of black . . .
an old lava trail. Crazy! Once we
passed the Blue Lake and rounded another corner and a few more steps upwards,
we came upon a place in the hike that I thought was the best view of
all. We could see all the way to
Africa! It felt like we were on top of
the world, and we could see Lake Taupo and who knows what all bodies of water
we were seeing. It was
breathtaking. We had lost a lot of the
people and were alone to enjoy the views and the quiet. It was nice to not have a crowd swarmed
around us. Josh said, “It’s all
downhill from here!” And, he was right
this time. I could not have imagined
one more step up, I would not have been able to do it. For a while, our paths were straight and
level, and we were now on the other side of the volcano, and this part of the
land was now covered with plant life, which was wonderful to see for a change. The air felt cooler again but the sun was
beating down on us making me start to feel nauseous and from the exhaustion
my body was feeling. Walking along the
edge of that trail we took in the views, and I just wanted to pitch a tent
there and call it a day. No wonder
some people break up this trek; some people do a four or five day hike around
the mountains, covering many more miles than we were of course. I’m sure they wouldn’t have been going 19
kilometers in one day, either. “What
is that?” I asked, as in the distance,
we thought we saw a volcano erupting.
I never found out what it was, I guess a grass fire, but it seriously
looked like smoke coming from the top of a mountain. Standing up there, with the world far
below, we felt pretty accomplished, and yet our eyes couldn’t really take all
of it in, there was so much to see, such a panoramic view, our eyes were in
information overload, “Woah, what’s going on here!” We were so small and the world was
stretched out before us seemingly infinite.
It was similar to standing at the Grand Canyon and your eyes not being
able to take in the grand magnitude of it all. I didn’t feel as proud as I normally have
in the past when climbing a mountain, mainly because I knew it wasn’t over
and we felt like we were in a race against time to get back before nightfall
and our van leaving. I was in a lot of
pain, too. Josh was complaining quite
frequently as well.
Thus began our
slow descent. And I mean slow . . .
slow and painful. We had begun
noticing that the signs along the way saying the next destination and how long
it would take to get there were wrong.
Dead wrong. If the sign said it
would take 45 minutes to an hour to get to Red Crater, in reality, it took
two hours. We were going at a normal
speed, too, actually we felt we were going pretty fast. At first, I kept dreaming about the
downhill part and how great that would be and was relieved when I saw the
path leading downwards, but after a few minutes, I felt like this was worse
than going up. Our legs were not used
to this trauma, and we were pushing our bodies to the limits; that is no
exaggeration from me, but the honest truth.
You would think going down would be easier, but, not so. What muscles in our legs we didn’t use
going up, we were certainly using now, and the back of my thighs and legs and
my calves and my knees were burning and felt like jello. When we rounded a bend, and saw the Ketetehai
Hut far down below, with a zigzag trail of switchbacks leading down to it, I
groaned yet felt relieved. It took a
long time to get there, however, and I just could not believe how much my
legs were screaming at me, and was scared that I wouldn’t be able to complete
this hike. There seemed no way that I
would be able to; we still had hours left to go…an estimated three more at
that point. It was during this section
of our hike, that once again seemed to be never-ending, and trying
desperately to keep up with the long, fast strides of my husband, that I had
a little hissy fit. I had been
complaining quite frequently throughout the duration of the day, but then
again, so had Josh, and it really helped me mentally to complain out loud to
him for some reason…most of the time he would encourage me and motivate me to
keep on going, that I was doing great.
By this time, however, I was worn out, and it was the worst time to be
a girl that day, to boot. Always
perfect timing, I tell you. My
hormones were therefore also my excuse, and I started ranting…I felt so
angry. “Why are you in such a rush
anyways, you’re just like all these other people, it’s like your in a race
against the clock!” I snarled. “Because we have to make it back in time
for our van, I’m worried; you don’t want to be left behind on this mountain, DO
YOU?” He snapped back. “Well, look at
your watch! We got plenty of time…calm
down and SLOW DOWN!” I yelled. There were a couple of name-callings on my
part, very mature and a good wife of me to be, and then he was no longer
patient with me and said how I’d been complaining the entire time. “Well excuse me, but so have YOU!” I had the wrath of Khan in me, and I was
ready to defeat any enemy on this side of the mountain. I was so mad and angry at all the people
who kept passing us, one after another, and they were all practically running
past us, which Josh mentioned that we weren’t even going fast, look at all
these other people, and none of these girls were complaining. That was it. I was so sick of all these trampers and my
ego being lowered and confidence in myself to conquer this mountain after all
with each one that I had to stop for or move to the side so they could pass
me. “This isn’t the Olympics!” I felt
like shouting. A couple times I
stopped dramatically and abruptly and just let a couple of them pass, and
kind of rolled my eyes and acted really put out that they were passing me,
haha, I wasn’t being very nice, I admit.
With all the people passing us, it reminded me of the panicky feeling
you get when taking an exam, and you aren’t doing so great and it’s taking
you a long time, and you look up and everyone is already finishing and
leaving the room, leaving you and only a couple others behind. Oh no, I better hurry! Anyways, so my ranting at my husband lasted
for several minutes and I’m sure a few people heard me, but I couldn’t care
less at that moment. I needed to get
off this mountain, and I needed to get off NOW. Anger and adrenaline can keep you going,
though, and to prove a point, I started powerwalking and left Josh behind in
the dust. That wore me out, though,
and I was happy to finally, eventually, let him pass me and take the lead
again. By that time we had almost
reached the hut and he slowed down his pace significantly, almost too
dramatically, in order to spite me, or to make a point, or to be nice, not
sure which. The bathroom break was
needed at that time, and was quite a relief, though those port-a-potties were
just horrible, ugh.
Josh and I sat
on the porch of the hut along with quite a few other trampers, who all seemed
to be feeling the same pain and loss of motivation that we were. I wanted to stay and sleep in the hut,
apparently that was one that trampers use who do the around the mountain
tracks. Wished we had gone inside to
look at what it looked like, but we didn’t…Josh was ready to get back on the
trail. He didn’t remember what the
pick-up times were, which I had them mentally in my head, as it was, by this
time, almost 3:00, and he was thinking the next time that we could make was like
3:30. I said I don’t know why you are
aiming for that, we have plenty of time, it actually picks up at 3:00, 4:00, and
5:30…I guarantee you! But he didn’t really believe me and I told him to get
out our info sheet that told us, but he was being hard-headed (as we both
seem to be with each other haha) and stuck to what he believed. By this time,
we had lost a lot of the fellow hikers again, and were alone and not being
tailed by the overachievers. The sun was getting much lower in the sky,
and according to the sign at the hut, it would take us 1 to 1 ½ hours to get
down to the car park from there. We
kept descending, and descending, and every step was more agonizingly painful
than the last. We wanted this to end,
and were now both hurrying as much as we could, not because we felt up to it,
but we needed to reach the goal and be done with this ridiculous
torture. Whose idea was this? What were we thinking? Never again. There were so many steps going down, and
then a few more uphill steps, randomly, that I detested. I couldn’t carry on much further; my legs
were about to give out. Thankfully, I
have a good husband; I was slowing down and being serious when I said, “Baby,
I really can’t do this anymore”, Josh was sweet and grabbed my heavy pack
from my shoulders, strapped it across his chest, along with his heavy
backpack, and I felt like a free woman with that burden lifted off. And, I was in love with him again! Haha.
That was so sweet and sacrificial of him, shows what a great man he
is, and strong, and loving and protective, and patient despite my earlier
mean behavior. I was able to get
another rush of energy and adrenaline and started running down the path with
this newfound freedom, and it helped my legs for a while.
We reached our
next sign, and my heart dropped, as did our morale when we saw the sign said
45 more minutes. Are you kidding
me? How could that be? I told you those signs were wrong…we had
been going fast and thought we were nearly there, I couldn’t imagine. At this point, I was thinking that the sign
in the beginning said 17 kilometers, and we were at the 16 mark, so I was
like, “oh only 1 more kilometer to go!”, but as we kept going downhill and
down more steps that I felt my legs wobble with each excruciatingly painful
movement of my leg down onto the next step, then I realized that it was 19.4,
not 17. That makes a world of
difference. By now, we were in a
forest, and walking alongside streams.
Normally I would have been pausing and taking in the beauty and
enjoying the reprieve from the sun that had been making me feel ill, but by
now all I could think was, Survive, Just survive. I was carrying my pack again, and I will
never forget these next few moments. I
had slowed down significantly and was dragging every step forward . . . Josh
was so far ahead of me, he seemed to be doing just fine, and I felt so alone
and abandoned in these few moments when everything just finally got to
me. He wasn’t that far ahead of me,
but with the sun behind the trees and the darkness of the forest around us,
and no people but their faint voices catching up from behind, I became
completely overwhelmed. I was
defeated. I felt completely defeated
by the mountain; my body could not carry on, I was utterly spent. I had wanted to remain and had been tough
for so long, being so competitive and strong-willed, especially when it comes
to hiking, but that was all over now.
With night coming upon us quickly, I knew there was no way I would
make it back to the car park in time, or ever. A few minutes ago Josh and I had been
aiming for the 4:00, but by now we had long passed that. I told myself, they are going to have to have a helicopter come get me. And then I thought, Josh is going to just have to leave me behind, and I imagined
myself laying on the forest floor and lifting my arm weakly in the air and
whispering, “It’s okay . . . go on without me.” And waving goodbye to him. Two kilometers seemed absolutely
impossible. If I saw another set of
steps going down, I knew I was just going to collapse. I thought of the verse, “and he will make
your paths straight”, and I prayed that God would do that, but I only saw
more steps. After what seemed like
eternity, Josh noticed me trailing way behind, and slowed down. I couldn’t help it; by then, the tears just
clouded my eyes, blurring my vision, and started streaming down my face. I felt like a baby, so helpless and sad and
scared and defeated and weak. “Baby,
are you okay, what’s wrong?” and then he saw my tears, “I can’t do this
anymore, I really can’t…” as I cried on his shoulder as he hugged me and
wiped away my tears. “It’s okay baby,
I know, we are almost there, it’s right around the corner, you’ve been doing
SO good!” A few people walked by at
that moment and this one lady turned and looked at me funny and I tried to
hide my tears. What are you staring at
lady? I thought to myself. Josh
then took my pack from me again, which I felt bad for but grateful to him
because I knew he was just as exhausted.
Those kilometers were one of the worst moments of my life,
seriously. I was basically limping and
I will never forget and cannot describe the fire burning in my legs, it was
like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Around each bend we kept hoping to see the car park, but the path
before us was infinite. I was reminded
of Bilbo again, and visions of laying in my bed in my comfortable imaginary
hobbit-hole after eating a huge meal brought some comfort:
"To think it will
soon be June," grumbled Bilbo, as he splashed along behind the others in
a very muddy track. It was after tea-time; it was pouring with rain, and had
been all day; his hood was dripping into his eyes, his cloak was full of
water; the pony was tired and stumbled on stones; the others were too grumpy.
"And I'm sure the rain has got into the dry clothes and into the food-bags,"
thought Bilbo. "Bother burgling and everything to do with it! I wish I
was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to
sing!" It was not the last time that he wished that!” -The Hobbit
At last, and I
mean at last, we rounded a bend and just ahead of us I saw what was the most
glorious sight in all the world . . . cars!
We had made it to the car park!
My whole body ached. A few more
steps and we finally arrived! We heard
a lot of cheers as we had caught up with people who were approaching the
finish line every few minutes. Vans
and buses were waiting, and I was hoping ours was there, but it wasn’t
yet. It was 5:00. Good thing we had rushed, for in 30 minutes
our last ride would be coming. Josh
and I found a spot on the deck, and laboriously sat down, and then lay down
and didn’t move. I ate a banana and
another protein bar, and we didn’t say anything, but just sat in
silence. The look on his face said he
was in a lot of pain, and couldn’t believe what we had just gone through
either. It had taken us exactly 8
hours to complete that monster.
And we had!!
We did it! Josh and I conquered the
mountain . . . the volcanoes! It would
take us days after the fact to feel grateful for it, because then, sitting
there staring blankly ahead not being able to move a muscle, it did not seem
worth it, at all.
After a few
minutes of finally having my heart rate calm down and getting more nutrition
and resting my legs, my mood cheered up as more people reached the car park,
and dragged themselves and collapsed on the floor. A lot of them laughed at each other, and I
smiled to myself as they were all groaning.
It was like we had just climbed Mount Everest. It helped a lot, and I felt tons better
seeing all the pain people were in around me.
Maybe I wasn’t such a pansy after all.
Our van was
another site for sore eyes at five-thirty.
The sun was almost completely gone, and so, when the van arrived, the
air was getting significantly colder.
I dreaded the part of getting up from our spot, which was no picnic
for the legs; thankfully we were able to rise up and carry ourselves to the
van. We were joined by two other
couples, and waited for another guy, who we hadn’t heard from and waited for
five minutes, but he didn’t show up, so the driver of the van just left. Poor guy, I hope he somehow got a ride
back. When the driver was checking us
in and about to slide the van door closed, he asked us how it was, and we all
kind of moaned. He was a tough looking
outdoorsy guy, and he said, “Now time for a beer a two…you guys definitely
earned it!” And we all just
laughed. There was silence the whole
way back, and I felt so happy to be sitting beside my husband in this van,
and couldn’t wait to shower and stuff my face with food. We got back to the transport, got into our
car, and then talked and vented about how tired and hungry we were. It was about a ten-minute drive back to our
lodge, and that was the best hot shower ever.
Felt so good to be clean and the heat helped my aching muscles. We drove back into the village to another
lodge as there were only a couple restaurants open at that hour, and ate at
the restaurant. I don’t even remember
what I ate, all I know is that it was good, and I didn’t leave a single thing
on my plate. Familiar faces surrounded
us as we saw many of those we had met along the way on the track, and heard
them telling their stories. We even
saw those older couples that had passed us right on up, and they were
laughing heartily…man those old folk put us to shame! Haha.
What a great,
eventful, rewarding way to end our anniversary trip! That night, it took me forever to fall
asleep, which was so annoying, but I was just in so much agony and re-living
the events of that day. We felt truly
accomplished, more so the next day, Wednesday, despite the intense aching in
our bodies and the drive back to a cloudy and rainy Wellington was fast. We were actually quite ready to be back to
familiar territory again, and be able to rest and relax in our flat. We’d had an amazing, North Island
expedition, and the best one year anniversary trip I could have ever asked
for. The Tongariro Alpine Crossing is
something we will always remember and be proud of ourselves for, and the
teamwork in helping each other survive it (well more on Josh’s part for me
anyways, haha.) And we can both
honestly say; that was the hardest thing we have ever done. They call the walk a once in a lifetime
experience, boy, ain’t that the truth.
We will never, ever be doing that again!
Interesting facts:
“The most recent confirmed volcanic
activity from Red Crater was reported between 1855 and 1890. The dike on the
Southern Wall has been exposed by erosion. Lava would have flowed through
this dike and poured into the Oturere Valley.
Mount Ngauruhoe is the
youngest volcano in the area and started to form about 2500 years ago. It is
the most active vent in the Tongariro area with its last eruption recorded in
1975. The most recent flows from Mount Ngauruhoe are easily visible on the way
to South Crater.”
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The true answer is fit enough. A
moderate to good level of fitness is required. It is a 19.4km walk which
starts with a staged climb to Red Crater. The thing to consider is that you
will be climbing nearly 800m in altitude to 1900m above sea level and as a
result you may feel the effects of oxygen deficiency (hard to breath,
slight dizziness) This is not common but needs to be considered. The decent
from Red Crater requires some coordination and balance due to the volcanic
ash and scree that is underfoot. From this point you will be descending
just over 1000m in altitude most of which is a good steady gradient. At
all times you should consider the possibility that if you do not feel you
can do it, turn back! It is better to return to the start (if you
have not already passed the Red Crater) than to try and continue and be
caught out in the dark requiring rescue.
http://www.tongarirocrossing.org.nz/
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