Travelling to our destination by car we tend to whizz through small towns and countryside that appear to have nothing to offer. Signposts point to sights that we know nothing of and because they’re seen too late we don’t bother turning back. Travelling by the fastest route, so many places have a history we never learn and locals we rarely meet.
How about slowing down and exploring some of those places by riding New Zealand’s Cycle Trails? You could be surprised at the number of out-of-the-way spots that are waiting for your visit.
Many cycle trails follow disused railway lines, tramlines or logging roads, through forests and countryside far from the usual tourist sights. There are relics of gold-mining and sawmilling, cobblestoned paths, spectacular engineering feats such as viaducts and railway spirals, abandoned farm equipment, remains of old stone buildings, disused tunnels and railway stations, some of those little more than a tin shed. Then there’s the landscapes unseen from a car.
I discovered canals when cycling the Hauraki Plains, and old boats, some coated with green slime, camouflaged in mangroves near Waitakaruru. I’ve driven that area for years, totally unaware. Small towns, many once-bustling settlements built for dam workers, by gold prospectors, for the timber industry, or a farming community, today have attractions such as museums, wetland walks, historic buildings, antique shops, quirky cafés, or just plain different stuff that flies under the radar.
The Mountains to Sea Cycle Trail, from Ohakune to Whanganui, takes riders to Horopito, location of Horopito Motors, believed to be Australasia’s biggest, and only, vintage car dismantlers. It’s different and well worth seeing. Along roadsides there are treats you’d miss or not bother with if you were driving – like the wild plums to feast on or the many swims to be had in the lakes along the Alps 2 Ocean Trail.
Slow travelling by bike allows us to immerse ourselves in our surroundings. Part of that is discovering the history of the area. I have learned so much about New Zealand by riding the trails, stopping at information panels and discovering the heritage of an area. The Otago Central Rail Trail showed me the area’s gold history. On the Alps 2 Ocean, I learned of high-country settlers, the building of dams and formation of lakes, and when riding through Weston, I explored New Zealand’s largest war memorial – the North Otago memorial oaks. Planted along roads in 1919, a white cross at the base of each bears the name of a lost First World War soldier.
I read of railway construction joining Auckland to Wellington on the Mountains to Sea, of land so hard to farm it was abandoned by returned servicemen as I rode to the Bridge to Nowhere, of riverboats on the Whanganui and the Māori legend of the river’s formation.
Did you know Lieutenant James Cook travelled up the Waihou River by longboat where the surrounding grassy paddocks of the Hauraki Plains were once covered by kahikatea trees?
Waitakaruru, almost non-existent now, was once a booming town with a blacksmith, fish factory, school, church, barber shop, billiard hall, community hall and several stores. At Mangungu, the endpoint of the Twin Coast Cycle Trail, 70 chiefs and a crowd of 3000 gathered at the Mission House for the third signing of the Treaty of Waitangi on February 10, 1840.
