NZ's Department of Conservation have preserved what's left of the incline, and the Denniston village that was once perched at the top of the hill. There's a small shed containing stories from the incline's heyday and some are quite remarkable. One woman detested the walk up the hill so much that she didn't leave Denniston for 14 years. In another, a drunken miner tried to walk up the incline to get home, using the sleepers like rungs on a ladder. Halfway up he missed a rung and fell all the way to the bottom. In the morning he woke up and couldn't remember how he'd got there. A more gruesome story is about a boy who tried to ride an empty wagon. His body was eventually found with one arm missing.
This photograph of Kirwin studying a DoC plaque shows Denniston when it was a flourishing town. Although many of the foundations are still visible, sadly most of the buildings are gone. Today only a half dozen remain. You can click on the image to enlarge it.
The road to Denniston Incline is steep and windy, but sealed all the way. Take it easy on the hairpins as occasionally you'll meet a truck coming down the hill and they need to swing wide to get around the corner. Here's a view taken on a rare straight stretch of the road, near the top looking back towards Westport.
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