활화산의 통가리로 국립 공원 (Tongariro National Park)

활화산의 통가리로 국립 공원 (Tongariro National Park)

2019-06-11 2 By Adam and Eve

뉴질랜드 북섬의 중앙에 위치한 통가리로 국립 공원은 화산 활동으로 형성된 높은 민둥산, 선녹색과 진남색의 보석 같은 호수, 용암 절벽과 폭포, 융단처럼 펼쳐진 고산 식물 등 마치 다른 행성에서나 볼 수 있을 것 같은 초현실적인 아름다움을 지니고 있는 곳이다. UNESCO 세계 문화 및 자연 유산으로도 지정된 이 국립공원은 루아페후 (Ruapehu) , 나우루호이 (Ngauruhoe), 통가리로 (Tongariro)라고 불리는 세 개의 화산으로 둘러싸여 있는데 2백만 년 전쯤에 시작된 화산 활동은 오늘날까지 지속되고 있다. 가장 최근에 있었던 주요 화산 활동은 1996년 루아페후 화산이 분출했던 것이었다.

마운트 나우루호이 (Mt Ngauruhoe). 해발 2291 미터 높이의 원뿔형 화산은 판타지 영화 ‘반지의 제왕 (The Lord of the Rings)’에서 종말의 산, 즉 ‘마운트 둠 (Mount Doom)’으로 등장했던 곳이다.

1996년 6월 17일 루아페후 화산이 분출했을 당시 이브는 뉴질랜드 북섬을 여행하고 있었다. 우연히 아침 뉴스로 화산이 폭발했다는 소식을 접하고 그날 바로 통가리로 국립 공원으로 달려가 헬리콥터를 대절해 탔다. 방금 폭발한 화산의 분화구에서 펄펄 끌어 오르는 마그마가 분출하는 것을 가까이에서 직접 목격하겠다는 욕심에서 거금을 투자했던 것이다. 그 당시 하얀 눈으로 덮여있어야 할 산과 스키장은 검은 화산재로 뒤덮여있어 더러워 보였고 평소 같으면 스키를 타기 위해 각지에서 모여든 사람들로 북적였을 화카파파 마을 (Whakapapa Village)은 방치된 영화 세트장처럼 스산한 정적이 흘렀다. 그런데 헬리콥터를 타고 공중에서 내려다 본 화산의 분화구 안에는 기대했던 뻘건 마그마나 불씨가 아닌 스멀스멀 올라오는 뿌연 연기뿐이었다. 약간은 실망스러웠지만 그래도 매 50년 주기로 한 번씩 폭발한다는 이 화산에서 연기라도 보았으니 운이 상당히 좋았던 것 같다.

만년설에 덮여있는 해발 2979 미터의 마운트 루아페후 (Mt Ruapehu).

통가리로 국립 공원에는 4-6일 걸리는 트랙부터 몇 시간 걸리는 트랙까지 다양한 길이와 난이도의 등산 코스가 있어서 개인의 시간과 체력에 따라 등산을 하며 멋진 자연 경관을 천천히 감상할 수 있다. 그리고 마운트 루아페후 (Mt Ruapehu)에는 스키장이 있어 겨울철에는 스키와 스노보드, 터보곤 썰매 (toboggan)를 타며 자연의 아름다움과 여가를 즐길 수도 있다. 활화산 위에서 스키를 탄다고 상상해 보시라…….. 와우!!!!!

마그마가 흘러내리다 굳어져 형성된 병풍 같은 절벽과 타라나키 폭포 (Taranaki Falls).

Adam’s Travel Journal

The one thing I was most looking forward to on this trip was the volcanic mountains. More than any other feature of this wondrous world, it is the mountains that draw me most.

I was pushing on in our adventure, even though I was still running a fever after having fallen ill a few days ago. Apart from having to keep schedule and make the most of our time, I did not want to be the cause or reason that we’d missed the chance to experience the things my wife wanted to explore and share with me.

Armed with plenty of honey tea, antiseptic mouth gargle and painkillers, we drove off, onward to the mountains. When we arrived at the mountain lodge a little before sunset, we were told that the forecast for the following day was for rain. So we settled in prepared for disappointment.

Just before the sunset from the veranda of our room

The night was a long one for me. Feverish. I woke up many times during the night,  At one stage, I sat up bathed in sweat, looking out the window trying to gauge the time. There in the silent darkness I saw in the distance against the blackness of the sky the even darker silhouette of a volcanic cone, standing above me like a silent giant having come some time during the night. Mt Ngauruhoe. I felt then the sense of awe and excitement, and I was barely able to stop myself from waking my wife to see for herself.

Mt Ngauruhoe at dawn from our bedroom

As twilight grew into dawn, the silhouette gradually formed shape. I went outside, planning to get a better view and photo, but something else awaited me there. Silent, powerful, domineering and seemingly eternal, there above me again was Mount Ruapehu, now catching the first rays of the sunrise on its snow capped peaks. Awesome. Breathtaking. Humbling.

Mount Ruapehu catching the first rays of the sunrise

The clouds had cleared. My fever had broken. We decided to do the shorter six hour walk to crater lakes instead of all day Tongariro alpine crossing as the weather forecast at the high mountains wasn’t good for a clear view and I still felt weak from illness. As we set out on our hike, I felt immediately that sense of adventure and discovery, and the happiness of sharing it with my wife. We walked through forest, through open fields, up lava flows, across ravines and we finally came to the foot of Mt Ngauruhoe, at the base of a group of volcanic crater lakes. Tama Lakes.

Mt Ruapehu and Lower Tama Lake

We climbed up a section of steep loose volcanic rock, and at the top we came to an ever more surreal landscape. It was a real sense of something other worldly here, as we stood at the rim of a steep crater wall, at the bottom of which was a lake, its surface rippled occasionally by the wind, small waves lapping on a black beach on the side near us and Mt Ngauruhoe brooding above on the other. There were other hikers here at the top, sitting to have their lunch while admiring the view. I don’t know what it was, but I felt somehow that I had to descend that wall and go to that beach and lake below.

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Mt Ngauruhoe and Upper Tama Lake

Without much thought we descended slippery loose rock, finally arriving at the beach. I stood there a while, taking in the truly surreal landscape. The beach and the lake seemed barren, and it felt as if no other living thing had ever visited this place, though there was a giant “Love you mom” sign made of rocks on the beach that was visible from above. I scanned the rim of the crater, back from where we came, and could see the tiny figures there as if they were in another world.

Looking back from a beach of the Upper Tama Lake. The far way barren rim of the crater at the center right is where we came from. People are too tiny to be visible in this photo.

As I wondered if they could see us, I turned back to find my wife had already lost her clothes and was running free. I quickly took to the camera to capture her jumps of free joy, and quickly found mine in seeing that of another. After a while, we huddled behind a boulder to shelter from the cold wind and had some lunch, taking in the scenery. It was cold, and I just wanted to keep warm and not risk sickness again, but I could not leave without throwing off my own clothes also and baring myself to the world. I entered the water and climbed a boulder, standing there before the mountain, respectful of any god or spirit that had beckoned me here, and aspiring to be worthy. I felt that in my nakedness I was transparent all through to my soul as I stood there before the mountain.

We stayed down there a little longer, still mesmerized by the surreal scenery. A feeling that I have felt before came over me: the feeling of removal from the world that one is familiar with, removal from the objects, places, people, sights, sounds, interactions that you relate to, identify with and that define you, so that the only thing that remains is yourself. Your pure self. Your bare soul. When everything familiar is removed, the only thing left is you. That is what I felt again in this place, but this time, I felt there was another part of me there. It was as if all that existing in the world was what was there on the shore of that beach on the volcano.