So sitting at George's one night (I have tea at his house a lot of evenings since I've been down here), I met some of his friends the McKenzie's. It turns out that they own a hut down on the ocean at Blue Cliffs. They have nets and go floundering right in the ocean in front of their hut. They invited me to come on a weekend to go floundering with them and spend a few nights at the hut!
The bush always looks the same, and always offers something different. Large native growth grew high into the air. I couldn't even get this ancient tree into the shot it was so huge.
The track stretched threw to bush a few kilometers and then went down a steep set of stairs. We randomly met a couple of Americans hiking their way out of Humpridge Track who were feeling the incline on the stairs. They had counted 165 steps. I counted on the way out when it was wearing me out and I got 167. Either way enough to get the heart pumping.
A blue stained clay cliff overlooked the dark river...
I decided to carry on up the track a little bit further. I came to another small swing bridge, this one only big enough for one person at a time.
The creek was raging underneath. All the heavy rain from the night before. They say muddy water is better for floundering so we had to be optimistic.
Me in my wet-suit... Look at those legs... Sorry ladies, he's taken... :)
I decided to stay out to watch the sunset come in. We came all this way to be in the wilderness, it seemed a pity to give up on the outdoors too early. The rain was pretty steady most of the afternoon and the clouds were still rolling in over the hills.
A bright sunset lit the water on fire.
One last look at coast before heading back into the bush. 167 steps awaited before we met the truck and headed back to town.
Not very successful at fishing, but still a VERY successful weekend. Thanks everyone for inviting me along. It was a great time.