Breakfast today: chicken, onion, garlic, and ginger in cream sauce with blueberries and beets.
We're off today to see Fiordland's Lake Hauroko, just up the road and then 20k west on gravel. It's a glorious day for a field trip, surprisingly warm (55F) and mostly clear with enormous clouds in the distance. Here's a shot of our map showing Tuatapere lower right and Lake Hauroko at 9 o'clock.
Hauroko (meaning sound of the wind) lies in a deeply incised glacial valley along which winds are funnelled, making it a hazardous place for small boats.
Life force and Lake Hauroko
I continue to be impressed with the recognition the Crown gives Maori sites. Can you imagine the US acknowledging something like this? See, for example, the Dakota Access Pipeline.
Anyone up for a hike?
We set out on the trail to the lookout, which at three hours return might be a bit more than we want to do, but we can turn around at any point. Tantalizing peeks at the lake and its sandy shore make this a walk to remember.
It's rugged and pristine, not a track that crowds have been frequenting, giving it a land-that-time-forgot aura.
Art's a good sport for following me onto just about any walk, even those requiring all fours and the assistance of plants to thwart a downhill slide.
Side trips to the beach are a jewel in the crown. Art forgot to bring his rams-horn walking stick and, given the terrain, has improvised.
We walk probably an hour toward the lookout and decide it's time to turn around. All those gnarly maneuverings will be ahead of us...in reverse.
It was a glorious, full-body hike and the sun's higher in the sky when we get back to the pier.
Get back, namu!
Early Maori legend even has it that the god Tu-te-raki-whanoa had just finished creating the landscape of Fiordland, but the landscape was so stunning in beauty that it stopped people from working and they stood around staring in awe. The goddess Hinenuitepo became so angry at these unproductive people that she created the sandfly to bite them and get them moving again.
That goddess knew what she was doing. Sandflies are obnoxious. There are usually a few on warm beaches (more in summer). One Nelson man even joked to us about the human skeletons at Nelson Lakes, picked clean by sandflies. That bit of humor prompted be to purchase Goodbye Sandfly, a chemical-free, oil-based herbal concoction that I never used much (even at Lake Rotoiti in Nelson Lakes).
I suspect the warmer temps today brought them out in force on the lake's edge. We gave up swatting and took picnic refuge in the Rover, where we promptly killed a dozen sandflies that had likely traveled inside on our clothes.
The light was magnificent driving the gravel road back out and we continued our explorations with a trip to the limestone caves and the longest suspension bridge in NZ. Until tomorrow, campers...
What brand are those Oat crackers? I have been craving them for 2 years and trying to remember!ReplyDelete
They are 180 Degrees and we both have been craving them!ReplyDelete
I love the wheat-free oat version, but they're all really good. See if you can find them in the US--and let me know if you want me to bring some back.