It’s early morning and I’m standing on a huge rock in my crocs photographing the sunrise hitting the tips of the mountains alongside Lake Dunstan. Its top crevices have pockets of snow. The day is fresh and clear with swans and various ducks, chorusing to the morning.
I got chatting to a cyclist who is from Norway. They are heading through to Omarama today.
The walk to Cromwell has a constant view. The schist rocks with matagouri bushes blotched amongst the landscape. Rabbits bob their way along the hillsides as they are disturbed by our beating sticks on the highway.
I spot an unusual coloured rock on the roadside and pop it in my pocket. I’ll photograph it later and may even message son Mark. He can ask his girlfriend Taya to identify it, as she is a geologist.
We cross the bridge into Cromwell. Karl offering me big money he doesn’t have, if I were to jump off. It’s not happening!
At the supermarket we catch up with good friend Steve. Back in time, his wife Dianne, worked at Tahuna School with us in her role as Police Education officer. Steve drives coaches for Leisure Time. He is heading through to Queenstown via Cromwell ready for taking tourists tomorrow. An ideal opportunity to catch up!
Later I photograph the ‘rock’ and hear back from Taya that it is most likely a foliated mica-schist with pink quartz. You learn something every day!
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