A river, a bay, a sea and a mountain backdrop.
Day 1, we find a sweet spot.
While jogging on one of the trails, it jogged our memories to a few months back when we were on the island of Crete, Greece. We were in the town of Hora Sfakion admiring the bay and a sunset thrown in for good measure when we noticed a memorial. The plaque mentioned the sacrifices made by British and New Zealand soldiers who had to retreat under heavy German fire during the early years of the Second World war. As an aside, it's so difficult and tragic to reconcile the beauty of the world, the goodwill of so many people whom we meet with the horrors of beastly behavior by some of our fellow inhabitants. "Cry the Beloved World!".
Gorgeous, we think.
The estuary at a higher tide as we wait to cross.
Mid-morning, waiting to cross the estuary. The woman in purple and blue works for the US Federal Parks Department in Lassen, California, a favorite of ours. Bob, the Scot, has his back to the camera and the two youngsters (left) are New Zealanders, the young woman emigrated from South Africa at the age of one. We met Sarah and Scott from Minnesota who took a water taxi from nearby this hut to end their tramp.
Taking the plunge, member 1.
Taking the plunge, member 2.
Kayaking in the national park is a serious business...even more serious on the sea.
Getting behind the curve.
A jog on the last day to return from Separation Point
Deep in the green bush but taking in the blue sea.
Searching for seals. The ducks to the left are decoys.
While I search for seals, the editor searches for me.
Two lazy seals begin the day energized.
A peek into paradise.
Farewell to Abel Tasman.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
Big surprise. Our son, Robbie meets us on the trail.
Actually, his name is Daniel from Argentina. As we saw him we were taken aback. It was quite a moment. What do you
think, Rob?
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