A lovely stay with Rosalie and Leo on their rural block that looks across to Lake Waikare. We were well fed, rested and watered, ready for the next challenge on the trail.
From Rangiriri Tavern we crossed the motorway bridge and began road walking south, parallel to the Waikato River. Dark clouds had loomed throughout the morning and now they let go. Jackets on and pack covers in place, we forged on. The droplets pounded the tarseal, making an intricate splash pattern.
We passed through the Huntly Golf Course. I’m Deserted of players. Puddles formed in all low lying areas. The greens struggling to absorb the falling rain.
Karl found a stray golf ball and began carrying it.
We took a break under a tree, appreciating greatly the sandwiches and food Rosalie had passed to us that morning.
At this stage, we were feeling the wetness reach our skin. It made for an uncomfortable walking action.
The rain began to ease as we approached the Huntly Power Station. It is the largest producer of power in the country. You couldn’t help but admire this enormous structure.
Across the bridge into Huntly township. We decided to use some wifi at KFC and back up devices. Karl had a mate, Ben Edward stop by for a catch up.
As we strolled along Huntly’s Main Street, things were fairly quiet until a voice called out “Hey you two!” For a split moment you were hoping it was another’two’ being referred too. Then, “Hey Haddocks!”
It was Colin and Kieran Vette, calling from the other side of the road. They had been in Huntly visiting their new grandson and whanau. We had a some catch up time together, before bidding farewell and heading to Lake Hakanoa campsite. A peaceful spot with some interesting residential campers to hear stories from.
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