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The big hill in my back yard

There is a bit of a hill in my back yard that is about 3km around and a lovely stroll.  While I was growing up it was called Mount Maunganui and the little sand spit of a town was called the same.  In recent years the mountain, which is actually a volcanic dome, has become more widely known as Mauao  Approximately 6,000 people a day go either around it or up it every day during the summer season.

Up it can be tough.  Its rather steep even on the easier path.


On Friday during my PT my trainer mentioned that she was going to take her kids up it.  She then invited me so, of course, I said yea I’m in.  I haven’t gone up it in at least a year but it could in all honesty be as much as 3 years since I last braved her rocky heights.

I thought we would be going up at around 9 or 10 am.  I was incorrect and received the ready to go text at pretty near bang on 12. This is the first weekend in February folks and she was aiming for a record high in the temperature stakes. New Zealand is directly under the hole in the ozone and you can crispy yourself very successfully in less than a quarter of an hour if you are not protected.

Just as a minor aside here, may I suggest that America send their newly elected president here for a week in February and he would soon change his mind about global warming and put it back on the website.  My understanding is our burn time of 10-15 minutes exposure is rather short compared to the rest of the world.  We have glaciers turning to slushies as well with Franz Josef letting go of large sheets of ice at occasionally inappropriate times.

Now back to our regular feature.

As I am driving around and around the mount in the vein hopes of finding one of the rare mythological and elusive creatures, the car park, I noted that my car was telling me the current temperature is 32 degrees Celsius.  By NZ summer standards this is the equivalent of a 6 on the fire chilli rating and with no wind, deodorant tends to surrender rather quickly.

I finally managed to get a park about a kilometre from the track and as everyone else was dropped off 15 minutes prior I didn’t want to keep them waiting any longer and found myself jogging to the base track. This may not have been my smartest move to date.

So off we go 🙂 It really was a beautiful day even if bloody hot.  The kids had gotten fed up with waiting for me so they were already halfway up, fair call 🙂

10 minutes in my calves went nope.  I’m already puffing like an asthmatic English bulldog and my calves are yelling at me and calling me exceptionally rude words.


Of course we went the Waikorire path.  Its about 187m to the summit and mostly steps.  In all fairness even though it is a tough climb it is the more beautiful path an my choice every time.

At this stage I had to stop and stretch my calves.  I thought that I would do this quietly and then just get on with the walk.  No such luck.  I was spotted by my beautiful yet sadistic trainer and she decided to get behind me and be ‘encouraging’.  I pointed out that this was Sunday and therefore today we were not trainer and victim but friends.  She laughed at me and told me very sweetly to haul arse.

We had to make some minor stops before sets of stairs. In my defence I’m 45 years old, over weight since giving up smoking (hence the personal trainer) and it was really really hot up there. My beautiful trainer (I may give her shit and call her rude names but I really do love that chick) kept me going at a pace I had not necessarily thought I had in me and we got to the top.

The view is seriously worth it.


The effect is not glamorous


This was my Instagram entitled ‘Dead’

Then came the fun part 🙂 Down time 🙂


That night after chatting with my darling husband he mentioned that he really wanted to head up there as it had been a while.  Feeling brave I went ‘what the heck’ and at 9am Monday morning (public holiday here 🙂 ) we got a park almost at the bottom of the base track and headed back up again.

This time my calves screamed at me the whole way instead of just most of it but it was still really worth it 🙂

It was also way cooler and had just hit 28 degrees when we got back to the car at 10.30am so would recommend heading up at that time instead of the afternoon 🙂

Oh and we jogged down 😀

And I was wearing pants although apparently the photo’s beg to differ on that hahahaha

We did the obligatory FB posting and now I get to do it all over again next weekend with a friend who is coming over specially to climb that little ole hill

I love my little part of the world 😀



Cross Stitcher, knitter, home cook, HVAC specialist, avid movie and TV watcher, reader and mum. I work full time and I'm not very good at sitting still so I love to try all sorts of crafting things from scrap-booking to ceramic work, but mostly I stitch. Heaven & Earth designs would be my favourite. I have had some major health scares in the past few years that I would not of expected to experience for at least another 20 odd years (born in 1971 so am currently only 45). Due to this I have a bucket list and its full of things right from books I must read to adventures I must achieve before I croak. I am always at the gym making myself stronger and healthier to fight my challenges and achieve my goals. Before the challenges I thought there would always be enough time and was just drifting along. You know how it is. Work, chores, kids, sleep, get up tomorrow and start again. I didn't really have any clear goals. I knew I wanted to travel but that was pretty much it. I was gaining weight steadily and didn't do anything much outside of the house and work. Since the challenges I have managed to get almost front row for both the Eagles and Elton John (expensive but you can't take it with you right), have had a day tour Kayaking around a lake and hiked the Tongariro Crossing. None of these would I even have considered 3 years ago. This is only the beginning :D Life is a gift and its what you make of it. You want it then you best be prepared to go get it :D

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