Camping by the Wairau River - nice.
The broadening valley began to tighten the closer we came to St Arnaud. Some of the peaks seem scarred as if they’d been used by a cat as a scratching pole.
By days end a 24k walk with 9k back on the Te Araroa trail. We were hoping to see more signage that we were on it, but alas.A Porter hire vehicle pulled over. It was the husband of Lucy from back at the Te Whare Ra winery. We had a handshake and brief chat before carrying on. So neat to keep the connections ‘alive’ with people.
St Arnaud had a number of trailers with high powered speedboats loaded on them, arriving at the lake. (Lake Rotoiti). The campground at Kerr Bay looked busy. As we knocked on the motorhome of the camp host, we were told by a white bearded gentleman in a kilt ‘no vacancies’.
‘Surely not’. After hearing of our journey and what we were aiming to achieve, we negotiated with him a small area to pitch the tent. ‘Phew’. We were able to enjoy the wharf and scenery. Karl jumping from it a number of times.
The Billy is on for our favourite starter - soup!
Crossing the Wairau again.
Karl wanted to pop a manu - not advisable.
No messing with this big boy!
A view towards the Richmond Ranges.
Not sure what made Arnaud a Saint but lovely place.
The famous wharf. No catching the eels!
Mt Robert is in the background to the right.
Refreshing!!
Aerial time back flip.
As the sign says…
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