I'd planned on allowing parts of two days to get over there, but I hadn't factored in getting out of work early or the difference in speed I got from a) taking a different route over than I have in the past and b) not lugging a family of four and all their crap. I still took part of two days, because I wanted to camp at Tutira and see if I could snaffle myself a trout for supper. I couldn't, but it's still one of my favourite spots to camp. A southerly front had passed up the country a couple of days before and there was still snow lying on much of the high ground. The evening was crisp, cold as soon as the sun went down, but undeniably beautiful..
|Blacks, bigger and spookier than it looks.|
|Typical Gizzy surf that I got, fun but nothing more.|
Out of season Giz is a relaxing place to hang out. It feels remote enough now, back in the day this place must have felt like the end of the world to those who lived here and the travellers that made it this far. There's a beauty all its own to this part of the coast, gentle and unkempt at the same time - very different from the rainforests in my part of the country.
|East Coast hillside, dawn.|
|Spot for the night, Mahia peninsula|
|Yeah, that'll do.|
I headed towards home. I'd passed the Ruahines on the way East and thought they looked like there'd be a cool spot to pass a night. I puled into a campsite at three, which was deserted, miserable, and felt like nothing so much as the kind of place you go to get axe-murdered by bogans.
|Ruahines, beautiful but spooky.|
|Pushing through the night with epic, epic headlights.|