View heading to the lighthouse. The Tasman sea on the west side, Pacific Ocean on the right.
Check point #1. The Cape Reinga light house. This area is sacred for the Māori people. They believe that when someone dies that their soul comes up here to the most northern point of the island and then flies off.
First view of the sand dunes
Deep sand!!!
The bikes have lost their riders!!!!
Riding on the beach. It looks rough, but that’s just the illusion of the different colours of sand.
Ok….this event is really next level and to be honest I had serious thoughts of quitting yesterday…but I’m assured that today was the hardest day on the tour.
An early start from Kaitaia - I was picked up at 0530 from my hotel, and required that all bags be removed from my bike. Dropped of at the start with about 60 others. By the time I had by bike assembled it was time for the briefing and it was time to go. The problem was that i hadn’t made it down to the lighthouse for my first picture. Off I went, 25 min later I’m at my bike, and already so far behind.
A few hills….200m of fairly steep hills on the highway before the turn off to the beach….yeah! Ok….one more hill and a long dusty road. Finally I saw the sand dunes….huge, and beautiful and spectacular. I snapped a few photos and kept on going.
The road ended and there was a stream around the sand dune….i wasn’t sure where to go….but tire tracks indicated into the stream. Alright….here I go. There were a few hard packed area that were rideable but anything under water I had to push the bike as it was so soft. About 2 km of this, then I saw the sand….yippeeee!!! No…wait….this isn’t the hard rideable sand that I was promised…it was deep loose sand that I could barely walk it. I placed my bike into a truck tire track, and walked/stumbled in the loose sand….only about a km!!! I finally I heard the surf…then I could see it….there it was….paradise!!!! A beautiful beach and I could start riding.
The riding is hard….but doable. At first it’s so much fun being so close to huge waves….even though I’m afraid of the water. So many people were out in vehicles enjoying a beautiful day. Some walking around, some picnics and several were fishing.
Riding on the beach plays with your mind….i would cycle for what felt like 1km, just to look down and see that I had only gone 0.1 km!!! Ughhh!!! I would found my pedal strokes…..pushing down twice with each leg counted as one….then doing that twice for each count of one….so that when I got to 100 I had gone about 1.5 km. Sometimes I would pick a different feature in the distance in the land side and try to make it there without stopping or looking down. Even with all these tricks. I was stopping for a quick break every 2-3 km.
At km 40 - we stopped at a campground for some water and I seriously considered staying here for the night. I had been cycling with Kay since I got onto the beach and we decided to carry on to this campground. Another 30 km farther when we were already exhausted….0.1 km at a time we made it!!!! Yipppeeee.
Settled into a little cabin, showered, purchased noodles and a can of tomatoes….and the camp host offered us a huge piece of marlin….cooked it up….shared with three other cyclists who are also here. Heaven!!! Now I’m in my happy place.
Tomorrow is about 35 km on the beach - and we can’t start until about 0930 because of the tides. So a sleep in!!!