wenty-three
kilometres further north, the Franz Joseph Glacier can no longer
be seen from State Highway 6, but on a dull day there is no mistaking
its presence as a pale light emanates from the deep valley through
which it moves. To see it, visitors must follow the valley road,
whereupon the glacier comes into sight with dramatic suddenness
- a river of white and blue ice flowing down from the snowfields
high above, between the Baird and Fritz Ranges.
The glacier feeds the swift and turbulent Waiho
smoking water River - the Maori name comes from the
vapour rising from its ice-cold surface. It carries pieces of
ice with it on its headlong rush towards the sea. From the access
road, a short walk will take you to Peter's Pool, a tarn left
behind as the glacier retreated.
North of Franz Josef a drive of perhaps 20 minutes
down a no-exit road off State Highway 6 takes you to Okarito,
justifiably famed for the breeding colony of kotuku, or white
heron, on the Waitangiroto River lagoon north of the Okarito lagoon.
Although indications are that they were once more widespread,
when the Pakeha arrived they had already been reduced to one small
colony breeding on the Waitangiroto and a demand for kotuku feathers
for the millinery trade reduced them still further, from 25 pairs
in 1871 to about four in 1940.
Since then, with rigorous protection, the recovery
has been slow but steady and today there are between 100 and 120
birds at Waitangiroto, about half of breeding age. Little shags
and royal spoonbills also nest here and trips to see all of these
birds can be arranged in Whataroa on State Highway 6.
The kotuku arrive here in September, which coincides
with the whitebait run in the nearby river, and disperse throughout
the country after breeding is completed, which is usually sometime
in January. i Thomas Potts was one of the first Pakeha to visit
the heronry and although never noted for the restraint of his
writing he is even more effusive about the kotuku:
One gazes with delight on the flight of
the kotuku on the purity of its plumage, relieved by the spear-like
bill and black feet, whilst the movement of its arched wings
lends an impression of aerial softness, like the waving of a
delicate feathery fan, such as some gentle spirit might employ
to win to the forget forgetfulness of slumber
the restless soul of some warrior chief
Near the white heron nesting site, and framed
by flax and forest, Lake Rotokino is yet another beautiful lake
in this part of the country. The adjoining Rotokmo Swamp, which
was once rich in birdlifeand contained a sizeable population of
giant kokopu, is now mostly drained. Kokopu are the largest of
our galaxid fishes and probably the most beautiful, with a pattern
of golden stars on a velvety brown background. However, they are
also now much reduced in numbers through habitat loss. Their young
are a small component of the annual whitebait run which is made
up of the fry of a number of different fish.
Abut Head at the mouth of the Whataroa River
is considered to be one of the most spectacular coastal landforms
along the entire West Coast. It has long been rendered relatively
inaccessible to development by rivers, lagoons and the sea, and
this has also meant that it is still close to its original state
with some of the best birdlife on the coast being found here.
Further up State Highway 6, about 15 kilometres
north of Harihari is yet another of Westlands beautiful
U". Byrons poem 'Childe Harolds Pilgrimage' was
dedicated to Ianthe and the explorer who found tins lake decided
it would make a charming name for a charming lake. Ianthe covers
an area of some 900 hectares and is surrounded by kahikatea and
matai forest. One matai close to the road is reputed to be the
largest in New Zealand. It is an enormous tree estimated to be
over 1000 years old. Ianthe supports good numbers of brown and
rainbow trout and the birdlife too is prolific. More great crested
grebes are found here than on any other Westland lake, and black
teal and grey duck are also in good numbers.
From Lake Ianthe the road north to Hokitika and
Greymouth shows the actions of humans at their worst against what
was once some of nature at its best. Here and there, farms have
been cleared with much effort from the forest and the swamp. First
by the pioneer with his firestick, spade and axe, and more recently
by his successors with chainsaw and bulldozer. Much work was needed
to subjugate the forest and constant vigilance is needed now to
keep it at bay. The forest crowds in from all sides, scattering
its seed across the stolen acres and bracken and scrub spring
up wherever the land is left unattended.