Yesterday was a rest day at the Lumsden campground. Rain was steady through the day. By early afternoon we took a walk to the local four square for food supplies. Back at camp we indulged in a cook up of sausages in bread and cans of spaghetti. That’s right. Spaghetti’s back on the menu colleagues (only when you don’t have to carry the can).
At the kitchen / dining area, we got talking to Patrick who was a cyclist based in Christchurch. He was counting his blessings that he hadn’t got himself stuck on the West Coast. He came through that way only a couple of days ago. There was also a family from Israel touring in a motorhome for a month. They had 3 children aged 15, 12 and 9. The wet weather was a ‘test’ claimed the mother. ‘You could walk down through Israel next,’ she said. ‘It’s only 1000 kilometres.’ Just a lot less water available because of the desert’ she added.
Today, the road to Dipton was quieter than expected. Mainly due to road closures from the West Coast. It gave a chance to photograph some common objects that occur during our everyday walk.
Dipton has no campground. A park / reserve across on the eastern side of the Ōreti River became our ‘go to’. It allowed us to see the result of plenty of rain from the relative safety of a bridge. What was no doubt a sedate flowing river 2 days ago, was now a swift and raging torrent.
A 22km walking day, with light in the day to select a suitable tenting spot.
Our 2.2 x 3.6 cabin to see out the weatheris horriblis.There seems to be quite a few of these white things in paddocks down this part of the country.
We’ve walked past a few of these over 92 days.
I call them ‘wake-up bumps’. They make a great noise when car tyres zoom over them.
Evidence of a wet 48 hours, but, nothing too serious.
A swollen, brown and swirling Oreti River.
Tonight’s tent pitching area.
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