30.17, 30.18 and 30.19 New Zealand: Abel Tasman, part 2. Three more days on track.
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...