With a long drive ahead and a plane to catch we hit the road at 8am. Inspired by the ancient Kauri trees we had seen earlier on the trip, we took the long way to Auckland via the Waipoua Forest to see some living examples.
We had breakfast in probably Kaikohe, my blueberry muffin being more memorable than the town only because of its complete lack of flavor.
Mime Cow, Panda Cow, or Mad Cow?
Tane Mahuta, Maori for “Lord of the Forest”, is the largest living Kauri tree, estimated to be about 2,000 years old. It’s a short walk off Highway 12 to see this giant, with a girth over 45 feet and a height of about 170 feet. Kauri are odd looking trees with a smooth fat limbless trunk reaching up to the canopy and then shooting out huge lateral branches. Their lumber was prized for ship building, it is light in weight, very strong and resistant to corrosion by salt water – ships built from Kauri were markedly faster than those using more traditional woods.
Sarah in front of Tane Mahuta
After seeing Tane Mahuta we stopped at the Kauri Museum in Matakohe and learned more about the history of these trees and the lumber trade in New Zealand. The museum has an enormous collection of woods and amber, along with recreations of many early saw mills with original equipment. It’s definitely worth the stop.
Saw blades from a old sawmill in the Kauri Museum. The blades turn much slower in the display, but I think this is more representative of what it must have looked like in an operating mill.
How to let the dogs out. Part of the controls to a giant milling bandsaw.
We had lunch across the street from the museum, where I had a savory pie and Phoenix Organic Honey Cola. The reason it’s called “Phoenix” is because once you swallow it you’re pretty sure it’s going to rise up again. Honey Cola: bad idea.
Savory Pie and Honey Cola. I ate it. And it was good. Except for the Honey Cola.
We arrived at the airport three hours before our flight, right on plan. Sarah had bought an extra bag for us to check, distributing the load three ways and keeping us under the weight limit with our wine and other souvenirs. Though, having eaten our way from one end of the north island to the other, I’m pretty sure my personal weight limit was exceeded.
Our flight home.
Time to go home.
Thank you Kim and everyone else at AnimFX for inviting me down, and giving Sarah and me the incentive to visit New Zealand again for our 25th anniversary.
Kia ora!
