New Zealand Birds (But Not Kiwis)

Over the past almost six years, I've taken some amazing trips into nature. Some of these trips have involved exploring the natural features of our planet like forests or glaciers or mountains or even white sand dunes. Others have focused on wildlife, most notably in sub-Saharan Africa, the Galápagos Islands or here at home in Alaska (bears and bald eagles among others) and North Dakota (bison!). But I've never taken a birds-only focused trip. That is, until we went to New Zealand.

Now, I've never been much of a bird watcher. Call me unimpressed with the birds that have lived around me everywhere I've lived. Sparrows, robins and starlings? Can't go for these small, brown non-descript birds (I get that the robin has some red on it). Blackbirds and crows? Yawn! Sure every once in a while there's a cardinal or a hawk or something but the birds in suburban England, Connecticut and Washington D.C. never got me that excited.

But in the past couple of years, some things have changed about my appreciation of bird life on our planet. First, I saw my first in the wild toucan two years ago while eating breakfast down in Mexico. If there's a bird I love more than the toucan, I don't know what it is. The one we saw near Chichen Itza was right at the top of a palm tree so our look at it wasn't amazing. I have to find a way to get more of these birds in some future trips.

Then last year I made my second (of many, I'm thinking...) trip to the southern half of Africa and my eyes were opened. Not by the ostriches and the marabou storks and the secretary birds that I had on my must-see list but by the smaller birds: the fish eagle, the carmine bee-eater, the lilac-breasted roller and even, perish the thought, the vultures. These are some impressive creatures. I started to warm to the idea of bird watching. Enter New Zealand.

A variable oystercatcher on the beach of Ulva Island.

In the world of birdlife, New Zealand has a unique history so we actually planned several items on our itinerary specifically to watch birds. Crazy, I know! New Zealand was one of the last places on Earth to be discovered and occupied by man, meaning avian life on the two main islands and the various smaller ones around the perimeter were free to evolve without any interference from the world's number one predator and destroyer of species and the natural environment (that would be you and me). 

But New Zealand went one better here; there are also no land mammals endemic to any of the islands which make up this country, meaning the birds there were at the top of the food chain. And that led to some unusual things happening. Like birds there being the top dogs. Many, many species just got so complacent about the lack of danger that they just ditched their ability to fly. Heck, in some cases they lost their wings entirely. That's not to say that all birds in the country don't fly. Some certainly do and some are master aviators. But there are a ton that don't.

So where does one go to see birds in New Zealand? Well, seemingly anywhere you want but there are enough sanctuaries scattered throughout the nation that you are bound to be close to at least one. I'd suggest you go and see what this country has to offer. Even if, like me, you've never even been interested in something like this. There are no more 12 foot high flightless moas around (the Māori took care of wiping them out) but trust me there's a lot that's interesting. Maybe by the end of this post, you'll want to go find some of these things too.

This is the only kind of Moa you'll see outside of a museum in New Zealand these days. Good stuff!

Our bird watching itinerary took us from north of Auckland to south of Invercargill, meaning we pretty much covered all the way north of the north island to all the way south of the south island and many parts in between. 

It seems like the appropriate place to start when talking about birds in New Zealand is on the ground with maybe the country's most famous avian resident, the kiwi. I'm not going to do that because I've already written an entire post about our epic night quests to find these funny birds. But there are plenty of others that can't fly like the takahē, the pukeko and the weka. And yes, there are penguins, but we'll come back to them.

The motto of flightless birds everywhere. Rotoroa Island.

I can't imagine how scary it would be to be a flightless bird evolving in peace on your own private island (well, with other birds I guess) and then having some large biped bring over a bunch of rats, dogs, stoats, weasels and pigs that will seemingly systematically hunt you and your chicks and your eggs down for sport or a quick snack. And that's not even considering the bipeds might just kill you out of boredom. There is absolutely no way you can possible defend yourself against that kind of attack. You'd need another several millennia to evolve again. The problem is you don't have that amount of time. Not with a stoat on the hunt in your neighborhood.

There used to be nine species of flightless moa on New Zealand. Go to the Auckland War Memorial Museum and you can see skeletons and reconstructions clad with emu feathers on some of them to get an idea of their shape and size. There is no accurate record of exactly what these birds looked like. By the time people with an interest in preserving that kind of record got to New Zealand, the birds were all gone. I'm sure there are probably other species that perished along with the moa. Those that survived were either lucky or fast or isolated or cute enough that people started caring about that they might be destroying before it was too late.

There are two critically endangered species of flightless birds in New Zealand: the kakapo, a comical looking flightless parrot (which we did not see) and the takahē (which we did). Want to find either of these birds in person? Get off the main islands, because all the known specimens are now isolated to predator-free islands off the main coast of New Zealand. 

It is likely that there are fewer than 200 living kakapo today but at one time, the takahē wasn't so lucky: it was actually declared extinct in 1898. I guess some folks refused to believe this declaration, figuring that New Zealand was unexplored enough that there might be one or two last ones out there. They were right; 50 years after the last known member of the species died, a group was found in the Murchison Mountains in Fiordland National Park. All 347 alive as of October 2017 are descended from this single group. 

Takahē, Rotoroa Island.

We were lucky enough to see a family of four takahē roaming about Rotoroa Island, which is located in the Hauraki Gulf north of Auckland. They stand a little taller than knee-high when fully grown and have this gorgeous iridescent blue-green plumage and red bills. Apparently they pack quite a bite according to our Rotoroa guide, Toni, who's had the pleasure, and they also seem totally unafraid of people by our interaction with them. It's easy to see why they might fall prey to an animal looking to do them harm. We feel fortunate to have seen more than 1% of an entire species in one day. Think about that...

The takahē definitely owe their survival to luck and isolation (the kiwi probably fall into the cute enough to care category). One of the other birds we found on Rotoroa, the weka, probably owes its existence to adaptability, healthy breeding (up to four broods of chicks per year!!) and speed. Weka are not as remarkable physically as the takahē, sporting speckled brown feathers on a two foot long body, but they are for sure fast. We were warned of the weka's curiosity and penchant for theft when we landed on Rotoroa and seeing some around the island I can believe their speed did enough to keep enough of them alive when they didn't have the Department of Conservation looking out for their welfare.

Weka, Rotoroa Island.

If you are looking to find some birds that actually fly, I'd recommend a trip down to Ulva Island south of the town of Oban on Stewart Island. Here you'll find weka but you'll also find plenty of birds that actually use their wings to get airborne. It's a quick ride on a water taxi or ferry and we spent the better part of a day from early morning to mid-afternoon exploring the 3-1/2 hours of trails on the island (the Ulva Island guide available for $2 at the dock measures the trails in minutes, not miles). 

So what kind of birds can you find on Ulva Island? Well, it all depends on where you are. Spend time on the beach and you are liable to find orange and black (all the way down to the eyes) oystercatchers poking around between the rocks in search of food. You might also hear (and you are much likely to hear before seeing) the whooshing sounds made by a New Zealand wood pigeon or two (or three) trying to get the attention of a mate. These are the biggest (and likely most attractive) pigeons I'd ever seen in my life and their mating ritual, which involves flying noisily about maybe 10 feet above the forest and then seemingly falling straight down into the woods like bags of wet cement was the strangest way I've seen to garner the attention of the opposite sex. Although we humans do some pretty odd things too.

But if you want to get a good look at an incredible array of gorgeous species, most of which are about impossible to photograph, head into the woods. We missed out on good pictures of fantails, tūī and saddlebacks, although we got blurry ones of the latter two. These things move too darned fast and won't sit still for us tourists. What are they thinking?

New Zealand wood pigeon. That is not a small tree. These things are bigger than your average pigeon.

I'm disappointed we didn't get even a reasonably bad picture of any of the many, many fantails we saw on Ulva Island (in addition to the ones we saw on Rotoroa Island and in Te Anau). While not brightly colored like some other species we saw, these birds as their name suggests are able to spread their tail feathers like a fan to draw attention to themselves. For me, they were one of the enduring images on New Zealand. Unfortunately, they flit from branch to branch so quickly that it's impossible to get a camera lens on them. I need to be a better photographer. 

But we did get some great looks at some parrots and some parakeets and that was worth missing out on a good picture of a fantail here and there. Parrots, you say? Aren't those birds found in the tropics, which New Zealand and particularly Ulva Island at almost 47 degrees south latitude (the tropics end at 23.5 degrees), are most definitely not? Well I'm sure they are but New Zealand boasts three species of parrot as well. We saw the kea on our trip to Milford Sound scampering up our car windshield. On Ulva Island, we hoped to see the kãkã, a mostly brown parrot with hints of red and orange on the head. 

And see them we did. They are all over the place, sometimes in twos and threes in the canopies overhead. The trees admittedly make it difficult to get a good look at these birds because they tend to stay in the highest branches which makes you look about straight up through tens of different limbs to see a darkish colored bird clambering about a long way from the where you are on the ground.

But stay after it and you might find one from the right angle on one of Ulva Island's paths to get a great look and some good pictures. We managed to do that with the bird shown above, who we watched clamber about the branches of trees for about 15 minutes until he or she decided to stop and strip some bark off the limb above, presumably in search of food. The lighting in the back of the kākā almost makes it seem like I've pasted the bird into the photograph but that's not true. Thank goodness for the fantastic camera that we brought with us. The Nikon COOLPIX P900 we bought a couple of years ago continues to pay dividends.

This is the first trip I have ever taken where I've seen parrots in the wild (and yes, we also saw some parakeets on our day trip to Ulva Island) and while the kea and the kākā do not have the colors that some of the more famous parrots from Central and South America, it was something I wouldn't have expected to see this far south on the globe. Need to make sure I make a note to see some of their cousins on a future trip, right below the toucans on that same list. 

New Zealand parakeet or kākāriki, Ulva Island.

If you make it all the way down to Stewart Island and Ulva Island, I'd suggest one more bird-watching trip and that's to hop in a boat and head out to sea a little. There are some pretty impressive birds out there on the right sorts of days.

I've seen plenty of seabirds on any number of trips out to watch whales or on ferries or fishing boats (I was way younger when that happened) or even on a massive cruise ship off the coast of Alaska and Canada. Heck, I've even seen plenty of them from the shore in many locations including most recently off the coast of Washington state. But I've never seen anything like we saw off the coast of New Zealand this past March.

All told, we spent about 90 minutes way out on the ocean off Oban in a small boat with a skipper, two other passengers and a giant orange bucket of chum. No, we were not out searching for sharks or something like that but we were looking for something with a voracious appetite. We also deliberately went on a windy day because the windier it is, the greater the chance of seeing some of the largest birds on our planet: albatrosses.

Not an albatross. Two shags on the way out to find the albatrosses.

New Zealand was not the first place on the planet I'd been where we had the chance to see an albatross in person. There are a species of these birds in the Galápagos Islands but unbeknownst to us when we booked that trip they are only found on one of the islands. And it wasn't one of the ones we were visiting.

There's a romanticism to the life of an albatross. I'm sure some of my personal fascination with these birds comes from one of my favorite poems ever, Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, where the protagonist of the tale shoots and kills an albatross, a traditional bringer of good luck, with his crossbow and brings ruin upon his whole crew and himself. I was pretty sure we were in for none of that on our couple of hours ride out of Stewart Island.

Outside of the mythology surrounding Coleridge's slain albatross, these creatures are the ultimate ocean flyers. They can stay for months out on the open water, flying as much as 100,000 miles or more in a single year. Basically when they are not breeding or raising chicks, they are in flight or at rest on the open ocean. And that's over the course of 40 plus years for some individuals, meaning over a typical lifespan, they can travel 40 million miles or more. And they are enormous. Royal albatrosses can reach wingspans of about 12 feet.

I've been on a number of nature trips where the conventional wisdom was that we would see tons of whatever type of animal or bird we were hoping to spot and found instead pretty much nothing. If there's a bird that symbolizes this sort of futility, it would be the flamingo, a bird I've chased on three continents without a close look at the species in mass. It would not be that way with the albatross this past March. After all, we had a bucket of chum consisting of some choice blue cod scraps. What could go wrong?

All eyes on the chum. 11 albatross waiting for a free snack. There are others off camera.

One of the things albatross have come to realize is that where there are boats, there are fish. So they have a habit of finding fishing boats and following them hoping to snatch their catch or benefit from the discarding of the undesirable (to humans) fish parts. There is every chance the boat we were on has been and is used for fish so naturally we drew some attention from a couple of birds. But once we stopped the engine and started tossing fish parts into the water, we drew a pretty good sized crowd.

I hate the notion that I am participating in any activity that turns wild animals into beggars but let's face it, that's pretty much what I did on this day. I guess we fed a good number of birds but we also did it to get a close up look at them, including the way they squabbled over the fish thrown into the ocean.

The albatross we saw that day were primarily lesser albatrosses or mollymawks, although we did see maybe one or two Buller's albatross. The mollymawks are not the giant albatrosses we had hoped to find but with a wingspan of about six to eight feet they are not tiny either. When they are at rest on the ocean, these birds are about the most serious looking, well put together animals out there. There is not a feather out of place on their entire bodies, but particularly on their heads. It's almost as if they have been made up super precisely. The eternally furrowed brow and the horizontal line each bird has on the sides of their faces almost makes it seem like their beaks are held on with string which has made an indelible mark on the birds' heads. They also all look exactly the same, although I'm sure all humans look the same to the albatrosses. 

Is this a serious face or what?

But we didn't travel all that way to see an albatross sitting on the water. We wanted to see them fly. And when they did it was truly amazing.

Our boat was followed by a number of different species of birds that morning. After all, it wasn't just the albatrosses that wanted a free meal. Some of these birds, like the shags and cormorants and gulls, worked hard to keep up, flapping their wings furiously to keep pace with the speed at which our engine was propelling us through the water. The albatrosses cruised, barely moving their wings while managing to easily outpace any other bird trying way harder than they were.

This was truly amazing to see. Sure there was a wing flap here and there with the albatrosses but by and large, they floated on the wind in a way that was embarrassing to pretty much every other species of bird out there.

Floated isn't really the right word because it's not like they hung in the air in one spot. They dove and soared closer and further from the water and sped up and slowed down as they wanted to without seemingly moving their wings at all. Now I'm sure that's not quite true. I am positive there were minor adjustments imperceptible to me, that took advantage of warmer and cooler air and strong and weaker currents, or something like that. Their bodies are so extremely well adapted to live in the air on the open oceans. At one point we watched an albatross chasing the boat for what seemed like five minutes (but was probably about three) and the bird didn't flap once. He (or she) just hung and followed. Fast.

If the wind had been stronger that day, maybe we would have seen some larger birds. While the albatross is a gorgeous bird in flight, its landings and takeoffs leave something to be desired. When you get up to 12 feet of wingspan it's pretty much impossible to take off from the surface of the ocean without a pretty strong gust of wind. We were told it would need to be much windier to make the largest albatrosses come close enough to get some free fish. Or we'd need to go much further out to sea.

Before I close this post...a word about penguins. Actually much more than one word. If there was a flamingo of this New Zealand trip, it was the penguin. And you know that doesn't mean anything good.

Yellow-eyed penguin. The one we saw. And eyes closed of course. :)

We had high hopes in the birds department for this trip. I hope that's obvious. By and large, they worked out well. Kiwis? Check! Flightless (land) birds? Plenty of those. Parrots? Yep, two of the three available species sighted. Wood pigeon? Didn't know there was a pigeon that big but yes, got it. Albatross? Very happy with the results. We just needed a few penguins here and there. And by a few, I mean a lot. Like tons. Expectations too high? Maybe. Thinking big with nature doesn't always work out.

There are a few species of penguin living in New Zealand, predominantly the little blue penguin, the yellow-eyed penguin and the Fiordland crested penguin. We visited Fiordland. We didn't see penguins.

Stewart Island was the furthest south we went in New Zealand so we figured we would have the best shot at seeing penguins there so we asked around when we arrived: where do we see these things? 

The answer in the town of Oban from everyone that we talked to (and I really do mean EVERYONE) was that you can spy little blue penguins returning from their day of fishing at dusk down by the town dock. It sounded like a sure thing. We spent three nights on Stewart Island at a hotel not far from the dock so we spent every evening from anywhere from an hour to 30 minutes before dusk to when we couldn't see anything any more alternately scanning the harbor and staring at the rocks near the shoreline looking for any sign of penguin activity. 

Know how many penguins we saw down at the town docks? Zero. And we weren't the only people down there. There was a crowd anywhere in size from 10 to 20 people each night. And nobody saw a thing. We are convinced the entire permanent population of Oban watches and laughs at all the tourists each night when they send us all down to the town docks. 

Penguin watching. Or more accurately not penguin watching.

Our last shot at penguins was our boat ride that was so successful with the albatross sightings and legitimately we did see some penguins. Like seven or so. At a great distance. Am I disappointed? Yes. Do I have any right to be? No way. Absolutely not!

Now admittedly, we did see two different species of penguin in those seven or so individuals: one yellow-eyed penguin and about six or so little blue penguins. The yellow-eyed penguin was a solitary individual standing on a rock with his eyes closed. Not that we were close enough to see the yellow eyes anyway, but I'm taking our captain's word for it on this species identification. The picture is above. He looks fluffy because he's molting. I assume the rest of the family was out fishing.

And the little blue penguins? Just heads in the water while they were out in the ocean, alternately visible and then invisible as the waves rolled and the boat turned. Never saw a whole one in the three days we were down on Stewart Island. The best look we got at these birds is shown below. The look was so poor that I had to post a picture with a piece of my finger in the upper left corner. 

Two little blue penguins.

I shouldn't complain like this. I know how fickle and unpredictable nature can be and I've said so many times on this blog. 

We came to New Zealand to see birds and we obviously saw tons. It is rare that I include 16 pictures in a single blog post but this one has that many (admittedly one is of a glass of beer) which I think is a testament to the quantity and quality of bird sightings we had. And I had to leave some pictures on the cutting room floor. We saw pretty much everything we wanted to see in New Zealand except for tons and tons of penguins. And even then, we did see penguins. By every account this trip was fantastically successful from a bird watching standpoint. 

I'm not sure when the next bird watching trip is. It certainly isn't likely to be in 2019 with our trips for the rest of the year planned. But one thing is for sure: what started in Africa got stoked here a little in New Zealand and I now have one or two more birding trips in me I'm thinking. Got to get some more toucans at least into my future. 

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How We Did It
Our birdwatching activities in New Zealand ranged over the entire country but were pretty much concentrated in two spots: Rotoroa Island and Stewart Island. I've already detailed how we got to Rotoroa Island when I wrote about tramping in New Zealand so I'll refer you to that post for how we did it.

We stayed on Stewart Island for three nights which made our trip to Ulva Island and our morning albatross-watching trip convenient for us. We took the Ulva Island Ferry over to Ulva Island first thing in the morning (at 9 a.m. if I'm remembering correctly) and took the 2:15 p.m. ferry back which gave us about five hours on the Island itself. I'd say that was about the right amount of time over there. If you go over lunch, take your own and bring everything back with you; there is no food for sale on the island and you shouldn't leave any trash over there. The Ulva Island Ferry leaves from Golden Bay. Check the Stewart Island website for the latest schedule and cost before you go. There are precious few places to buy lunch to go first thing in the morning but the Four Square grocery store in town sells pre-made sandwiches.

There are also water taxis available from Stewart Island if you want to go on your own schedule. I can't recommend those because we didn't take one except as noted below.

For our albatross and penguin (barely) watching trip, we booked ahead before our arrival with a company who cancelled the trip on us due to weather. Or more accurately said they were thinking about cancelling and then never texted us as they promised. We switched to Rakiura Charters and booked their half day Pelagic Bird Tour which was outstanding. Everyone we interfaced with at Rakuira Charters was fantastic and our captain, Mack, took great care of us while we were out on the water. I can't say enough good things about this company. The cost of the tour wasn't cheap, but then neither is any other tour on Stewart Island. If you need a water taxi to Ulva Island, Rakiura can take care of that for you also.

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Great Walks

I like the idea of hiking. Wide open prairies that lead to petrified forests where what used to be trees are now solid rock. Winding mountain paths in the woods to find crystal clear waterfalls. Discovering ancient petroglyphs after a mile or more journey over ancient lava. Canyon trails that lead to emerald green pools in the cool early morning. Wild looking rock formations shaped by wind and water in a volcanic canyon. They all sound great, right? Romantic, peaceful, wistful, a return to simpler times. And since I started this blog, I've made every one of these hikes right here at home in the U.S. of A. and always in one of my trusty pairs of Timberland boots.

Have to take the Timbas on vacation with me.

So what's the problem? Why do I just like the "idea" of hiking and not the hiking itself? Well, I do really like the hiking too. If I didn't do you think I would have done everything I listed in the first paragraph above? It makes me feel like slowing down is a good thing and I love the scenery and the clean air (especially with a little old man's beard around to make me feel really good about what's entering my lungs). I just don't want to meet any of the wildlife that I love watching and photographing from afar. And for sure that inhibits my enjoyment of hiking a little bit. No way do I want to meet a bear or mountain lion in the woods or a bison or wolf out on the range or an African oryx in the middle of the New Mexican desert (seriously; apparently those things are kamikazes).

Done laughing yet? I know, I know, I'm a chicken. Or worse. Go ahead. Take your best shot. I don't care.

View from the beach on Ulva Island during a half day's tramp. Mussels on the rocks at the bottom.

So why am I writing about all this when I just got back from New Zealand? Well because New Zealand doesn't have any native mammals so that country is like the perfect place for me to go hiking. Only they don't call it hiking in New Zealand; they call it tramping. Is a tramp a predator-free hike? I have absolutely no idea although I don't really think so. I just knew I was pretty excited to do some tramping in New Zealand.

New Zealanders (using this term so I don't confuse you by using the term kiwis) apparently love tramping. They love it so much that they have created a series of Great Walks which range in distance from 32 kilometers long to 145 kilometers long and are outfitted with reservable huts for sleeping in. Just bring your own sleeping bag and food. There's no place to buy snacks along the way. 

If 32 or 145 kilometers seems like a long way to tramp, or walk, you'd be correct. The New Zealand Department of Conservation recommends between two and five days to get any one of these Great Walks done. Want to do all ten? Well, that's going to take a whole lot of time.

So this post is about us conquering one of the Great Walks while on the other side of the world, right? Nope. No way. Not even close. No way were we going to do that on this trip. But we did do plenty of tramping. Around Auckland and Stewart Island and Fiordland National Park and Wellington and Ulva Island and even past a few hobbit holes in Hobbiton in some place called Middle Earth. We always seem to do a lot of walking when we are away from home; personally I think it's the best way to see wherever you are. All told, I averaged (according to the pedometer built into my iPhone) an average of 4.7 miles per day. That's a little more than 7.5 kilometers per day, which would be good enough to get a 32 km Great Walk like Rakiura Track on Stewart Island or Routeburn Track across the Southern Alps in about three days if you ignore the fact that we weren't carrying a backpack full of stuff with us.

While this post may not be about New Zealand's Great Walks, it is about some of the places we did walk purposefully and deliberately to slow down, take in the scenery and breathe in the clean air. And yes, we did see some old man's beard along the way. Let's start right where our trip started in Auckland.

One Tree Hill
If you own U2's The Joshua Tree, you might have heard of One Tree Hill. You also might know the story. In case you don't, or (like me) your U2 collection skips from War to Achtung Baby, read on.

One Tree Hill is a (not necessarily extinct) volcanic cone not far from the middle of the city of Auckland. Much of New Zealand, like many of the other island nations in the Pacific, owes its existence above the ocean to volcanic action, and despite the danger of eruption which eventually seems inevitable to come to pass, both Māori and European setters were determined to build their homes in what would end up as Auckland. Something about the harbors, if I'm guessing.

The Māori called the hill Maungakiekie which means "mountain of the kiekie vine" and it happened to be the site of the one of the most important and impenetrable pā, or forts, which sheltered and protected a population estimated to be approximately 5,000 people. That is before the Europeans arrived and inevitably and permanently altered Māori history for the worse. Something about the muskets, if I'm remembering right.

There is no tree on Maungakiekie today but there was one when the place got it's current name. Let's see if we can recap the tree / hill status quickly. The Māori in their pā were defeated by the Europeans (again...something about the muskets) leaving a single tree which was sacred to the Māori (this is when the name came in). In 1852, that tree was cut down by a European settler angering the Maori. To make amends (don't laugh) John Logan Campbell planted a series of pines in the 1870s, which died. Pines!!! Well, all but two died anyway. Those two lasted about 90 years until Māori activists cut one down. They tried for both but were thwarted. In the year 2000, others finished the job. So from one to some to two to one and then none. Got all that?

Atop One Tree Hill looking towards Auckland. The fenced area is where the trees used to be.

For an urban walk, tramping to the top of One Tree Hill is a bit of a workout. It's all uphill on the way there and it's about the highest point in Auckland so the view to the city and the water beyond is pretty spectacular. We kept the obelisk shown in the second picture above in our sights and kept following the signs. It's longer than it looks because after the initial climb, the walk takes you all the way around the base of the hill before you start going up in earnest.

So about that obelisk. The same John Logan Campbell who tried to grow a stand of pines on the hill also paid for the obelisk, a monument to the Māori people, whom he apparently admired. There is a statue of a Māori warrior on the front of the the thing and two panels with some words on either side. You can decide for yourself if they are a little patronizing. Oh...and Campbell is also buried right in front of it, so it's also one of the tallest and most grandiose headstones that I've ever come across.

In all likelihood, unless you take a taxi or drive as close as you can to the summit, you'll end up walking to the Hill through Cornwall Park, a combination of planned, formal roads and allées of trees surrounded by informal landscapes and maybe the odd one or two or whole herds of sheep (it wouldn't be New Zealand without sheep, even in the largest city in the country). There are tons of trees in the Park which provide much needed shade on a sunny day. Once you start the last ascent, there's no relief from the sun, unless (unlike me) you take a hat with you.

Māori warrior statue with John Logan Campbell's obelisk.

For us, this tramp was important as our first connection to some place sacred to the Māori, which we wanted to learn more about on this trip. And the view was pretty cool. There's something satisfying about climbing a hill and seeing how your perspective changes once at the top. I'd say tramping up here was worth it.

When we visited Stonehenge in 2014, I listened to Spinal Tap's epic song about that mystical circle of rocks. We therefore had to listen to U2's One Tree Hill when we reached the top. I may have skipped The Joshua Tree in U2's catalog but my wife did not.

The best thing about climbing to the top of a hill? It's all downhill on the way back. On to something less urban.

Rotoroa Island
One of the things I wanted most to do in New Zealand was to get out onto the water in the Auckland harbor (and beyond) to Hauraki Gulf and maybe spend some time on an island for the better part of a day. Ultimately it would have been nice to head further north to the Bay of Islands, but we didn't think we had time on this trip so we settled for a day in the Gulf. Settled may be underselling the experience by a ton.

The island we chose to visit was Rotoroa Island (not to be confused with Rotorua where we headed right after we were done in Auckland), an island inhabited by two permanent caretakers, a number of different species of birds and the occasional overnight lodger. While it might have been cool to stay on the Island for a night, we decided a day trip would do us just fine. Maybe next time...

Now, if I had been heading to Rotoroa about 15 years ago, I would likely not be going for an day trip or an overnight stay. That's because from 1905 to 2005, the Island was operated by the Salvation Army as an alcohol and drug rehabilitation center. Nothing like some time on an isolated island to detox for a while, right? It ended up being so effective that people actually didn't want to leave and some fell right off the wagon when they left so they could get back there. I mean why would you want to get off an island where you were taken care of and return to society where there are challenges and temptations all around you? I'd probably want to stay too.

The Salvation Army still owns Rotoroa Island today but the property is leased on a 99 year term to the Rotoroa Island Trust which operates the island as a wildlife sanctuary. And in New Zealand, a place with no endemic mammalian species except for a short-tailed bat, that means birds.

A family of takahē. Rotoroa Island.

Unless you have your own boat or intend to hire your own boat or seaplane, you'll likely need to take a ferry over to Rotoroa and you'll need to make an all day commitment. The ferry drops off passengers at about 10 in the morning and picks everyone up at 3:45 in the afternoon. Need some lunch? Bring it. There's no food available for purchase on the Island.

Our tramping agenda for the day was to basically cover from the north to south end of the island seeing as many species of birds as we could along the way. There's a guided walk available for purchase as a supplement to the ferry ticket. We started there and then took care of the rest of the island on our own. The guided walk, led by our guide Toni, who is one half of the permanent resident caretaking couple, got us a good look at the north side of the Island including some history and some information about the birds. And the Trust's efforts to eradicate all mammals, most especially rats, from the Island.

Rotoroa is semi-tropical, which meant when you got off the paved or gravel paths that are marked around the island, you are essentially in a less humid and less hot version of a jungle. Even some of the paths that are created around the Island are overgrown in parts which makes you feel like you are crashing through someplace a lot less tame than New Zealand. The first photograph of this post was taken on Rotoroa. It's sort of cool in a stupid sort of way.

Chris Booth's sculpture Kaitiaki at the south end of Rotoroa overlooking the Hauraki Gulf.

It's a decent almost one hour walk from the north end of the island to the south so spending about six hours on the Rotoroa is perfect. It gave us time to spend about 90 minutes on the guided walk, stop for some lunch and then make it all the way to the south end where there is a sculpture overlooking the water and the adjacent islands. Along the way there was plenty of time to check out the flightless birds (New Zealand has more than its fair share) including the endangered takahē, the mischievous weka and the pukeko, which makes me totally believe dinosaurs and birds share common ancestors.

Two things stick with me from our tramp around Rotoroa. First, the water in Hauraki Gulf is just the most gorgeous blue-green color. I expect to see water as cool and inviting as that in places like the Caribbean; I didn't expect to see it in New Zealand. Second, spending a day on an island with nothing to do but walk and surround yourself with nature is good to do once in a while. We spend a lot of time rushing from one place to the next while we are traveling. We deliberately slowed down on this trip a couple of times. Rotoroa was the first of a couple of days where we made ourselves relax a little more than we normally do.

Redwoods Treewalk
Of all the tramping we did in New Zealand, our walk in the woods at the Redwoods Treewalk in Rotorua (why any place has two places worth walking named Rotoroa and Rotorua is beyond me but it is what it is...) was definitely the most unusual and not just because we were walking among a forest of California redwoods.

But since I mentioned it, let's start there. I mean why is there a grove of California redwoods in an island country thousands of miles from California? Well of course there's a logical explanation that speaks right to human greed.

When European settlers first arrived in New Zealand, the entire landmass was mostly old growth forests. So, being European and used to plundering natural resources of newly discovered lands as soon as possible, they started cutting down the forests for lumber. I mean, why not, right? They found lumber from the kauri tree perfect for use in ships due to its height and exceptionally straight growth. Then they started realizing the forests were disappearing at a pretty alarming rate and would need to find something that grew faster than the native trees if the lumber industry was going to survive. 

Enter the California redwood, which was introduced by the New Zealand government in 1899 to the Whakarewarewa Forest near Rotorua and then in other areas in the 1920s and 1940s. This initiative was after experimenting with several species, including the Monterey pine, since the mid-1800s. Turns out the redwood takes very well to certain parts of New Zealand, particularly the area near Rotorua. 

California redwood. Rotorua, New Zealand.

So what's so great about roaming around a stand of redwoods in Rotorua? Well, you aren't walking on the ground. You are walking on a series of bridges suspended from the trees anywhere between 30 and 65 feet off the ground. For someone who is constantly in search of getting a new perspective on things, I had to do this. I've never walked around a forest from this sort of vantage point. I mean...why would I? And how?

There are some rules. There are person and weight limits on the bridges that span between trees and there are weight limits on the platforms that circumvent the each tree. Don't want to strain the cables holding up either the platforms or the bridges and certainly don't want some kind of wild swaying of the bridges due to tons of people walking in step with one another. And don't worry about the bridges harming the trees. Everything is hung off the branches and there are no mechanical connections, which admittedly makes everything sway a little bit. 

As for the person and poundage limits? Not an issue, at least not when we were there. We rarely had to cross a bridge at the same time as another group. 

I'd have to say this experience is one of those that fits into the "where else can you do this?" category. The best part was never having done this before and never in all likelihood going to have the chance to do it ever again. It for sure got us a different look at a redwood forest. I'd only ever walked through one at Redwood National Park north of San Francisco before and this was definitely a unique experience. As a tramp, it wasn't particularly difficult but I am counting it as one of my personal great walks in New Zealand. We went there to walk and nothing more. Therefore it's on the list.

Timbas. Walkway. Fern. Not often you can have this perspective.

Even if one day I return to New Zealand, I'm not likely to ever tackle any of the real Great Walks, if for no other reason than I can't see myself slowing down enough to do nothing but walk for three days or so. One day is fine. Three days separated by less walking is also fine. Heck tramping every day is fine if I can do something new or exciting when I get to the end of my walk. For this trip, these three will have to suffice. Each meant something to me and I'm glad I did them all. I got something out of each one, which is not something I can say about every experience I've had in the last almost six years. 

Would I have done these in a place other New Zealand? Maybe. But I can't say for sure. The fact that the kiwis (the human ones; couldn't resist using it once despite the earlier disclaimer) have Great Walks and call this stuff tramping made it irresistible. I have a feeling I'll be doing some tramping in the very near future on another continent. And maybe some more towards the end of this summer.

Didn't need this on this trip. Maybe one day...

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How We Did It
One Tree Hill is located about five miles from downtown Auckland at the very highest point of Cornwall Park. You can walk there if you want. We opted to take the light rail known as the Auckland Train Network to the Greenlane station on the Southern Line. It's pretty easy to use. From there, it's a pretty good mile and a half walk (or tramp) to the top through Cornwall Park. If you get into the Park and it seems like you have been walking forever, I found that the last walk up the hill was steep but quick. Don't give up. Reward yourself with some hokey pokey ice cream at the Creamery on your way back if you must. I must.

If you decide to go to Rotoroa Island and you opt to take the ferry instead of procuring your own custom transportation, it leaves from the Auckland docks at 8:45 a.m. on the water side of downtown. It does not run every day. Check the Fullers360 website for details and to reserve tickets. Follow the directions to the dock and be sensitive to the instructions for arrival time and for packing food. Fullers runs other boat trips to other islands in the Hauraki Gulf if the Rotoroa trip is not available on the day you want to go.

Redwoods Treewalk is located south of the town of Rotorua. While you could tramp there, it's probably too far to bother. Better to take a taxi or the Number 3 bus from downtown; it drops you off right at the end of Long Mile Road and it's about a 1km walk from there. We got to the Treewalk by walking from the Māori village of Wharekarewarewa which seemed like a quick walk but depended on us cutting through an office property which was prohibited. We went around through the woods, which was longer but not as long as walking on the road.

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