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Hippopotamus ValleyThe small details beside the track continue to provide much of the interest.
There's a picnic table about 20 metres from the bridge, and if we'd known we'd probably have postponed morning tea for ten minutes or so. No benches to speak of on this side of the divide and they're welcome ahead of sitting on the ground. What we would do confronted with a "real man's" tramping track I do not know. Yet. Stories are told of Ed Hillary carrying a pack three times as heavy as ours for weeks on end.
The track narrows even further, and the banks beside it are covered in green cushion moss
There is also a spectacular red moss that occurs in large patches along here.
We emerge onto more of the piecemeal Mackay Downs. The ground becomes marshy and full of small streams and DOC have come to the rescue with an extended boardwalk. Mackay would blow his mind if he saw the track today. Huge weathered boulders in strange formations begin to dot the landscape like a herd of hippos
There's one that's like a huge throne
And one that would look great in my egg collection if I had one.
Obelix!
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