We left Chris in Wellington and headed up north towards National Park. I briefly practiced driving on the "wrong side" of the road. It was the most terrifying 30 minutes of both Dad and my life. I still got us safely to Taihape.
I was sad to find that we were too late to see the Quilted Gumboot. It closed a little before we arrived in town. I peered through the window to see all the yarn and fabric I missed out on. Dad breathed a sigh of relief.
After lunch in Taihape, we continued on our way. We stopped for a quick picture by the Army Museum. Then onwards to National Park.
A fog surrounded us as we got to the Skotel, our accommodations for the night. It was thick and periodically rain showered by.
Dad and I went a little ways down a track to have a look at the area. Mist swirled by. Droplets collected on the alpine plants.
The clouds dampened every sound. We headed back as dusk approached.
For a very brief moment I spotted a bit of a mountain. Little did I know that this was the most I was going to see the entire time we were there.
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The photographs of the plants are beautiful, truly wonderful to look at. They have an almost haunted feel to them. I can hardly drive on the right side of the road, I cannot imagine driving on the left! I'm glad you all survived though!
So... did you manage to stop at The Wool Co.??
It was still beautiful, hauntingly so.
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