adventures

On our way to the mining town of Reefton, we stopped briefly in Graymouth, where we watched the waves crashing through the river channel.

In Reefton, we had a four hour lecture about the horrors of gold mining, during which I attempted to conceal my gold ring, then we drove up a mountain to be further horrified by the realities of mining.

At last we escaped the depressing atmosphere of Reefton and journeyed to Nelson Lakes National Park, where it was raining.

So we sat inside for a while and played euchre and music.

The next day was sunny, so we got to take three hour walks by ourselves; I walked along the shore of Rotoiti, maori for little lake.