Aaron
Boxing Day 2021 was one of those classic Canterbury summer days with big blue skies. I’d been planning a run up in the Kaikōura Ranges for a couple of weeks. Mt Manakau to Mt Uwerau and down the other side. A good long mountain mission. At that time I was a personal trainer in a local Christchurch gym along with coaching people in trail running. I’d done my fair share of big mountain trail missions, so I knew what I was in for.
Other people I knew had done the route before, so I’d mapped it out and loaded the GPX file onto my watch. I was even filming parts of it for my social media, with the intention to hopefully inspire others to get out and explore this beautiful country we live in.
Getting to the summit of Mt Manakau took about five and a half hours. My watch read fifteen kilometres and 3,500 metres of steep elevation gain! It was tough going in that heat. About 35 degrees. I’d used all my water but found some snow higher up and used that to refill. It was all going to plan. I decided that continuing the full run would be too tough now and so I looked for an alternative route down that would take me back to the car more quickly.
I could see the valley below and a ridge that looked like a good line down. From above, it looked quite manageable. What I couldn’t see was how steep it was beyond my line of sight.
I started descending the scree slope, and then it turned into rock with loose gravel on top.
I lost my footing and slid 20 or 30 metres before I managed to stop myself on a narrow rock ledge.
At first, I wasn’t too worried but then I could hear loose stones tumbling off the rock face. It was steep. I looked up, thinking maybe I could climb back, but it was a 300 to 400 metre scramble over loose scree. I checked the side. Left looked okay at first, but if I slipped, I’d only have 10 or 12 metres before I went over the drop. I decided to stay put.