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The Heaphy HutThe track continues beside the river
then ducks back into the bush for a bit. The sound of the river has been with us for a while but we can just make out something beyond that - the coast
You'd swear that with a glass of that, all you'd need is froth on the top. Shit. I haven't thought about beer in almost a week.
There's still an enormous variety of landscape around us, distant as well as close up.
Where do you reckon we've got to?
The landscape changes again. Is that a lawnmower I can hear?
Still a fair way to go yet. We've made good time though.
The Heaphy, swollen with floodwater as it is, still has no mud in it. The classic tea-stain colour persists and even the surf at the Heaphy mouth is tea-stained.
Another patch of bush, another waterfall across the path, and just ahead is the hut. The girls are a few minutes behind, as they have called a packs-off rest, but with the smell of salt water up in front, I carry on.
And there it is. The Heaphy Hut is larger than most at 28 beds, and I suspect that is to accommodate the overnighters who walk up the coast from Karamea and head back the next day.
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