Coming to the Boyle
We're up early this morning, too...
I catch a pic of the old Anne cullers' hut as we leave. Rumour has it DoC is going to remove it, but I've heard nothing definite. It's in better shape than the earlier Christopher cullers' hut.
Carol grabbed a picture or two of it yesterday, from the inside.
There's a bit of a nip in the air as we leave and Miranda is prepared for it.
We set off along the riverbank
Once again, it's a mix of pasture and light forest, somewhat scruffy to start with. Overhead, it's fine with a bit more cloud around generally than yesterday.
However, there's lots to repay your attention
Miranda is checking out a small patch of NZ bluebells.
The hills are starting to loom up ahead of us, and I begin wondering what exactly did the track notes mean when they referred to a simple 15 minute climb to the saddle.
We still have a corner to turn up ahead, however.
Another stream. I never fail to enjoy these crystal clear rocky watercourses. Even later, vanning around the south and the west coast, we come across streams marked "Muddy Creek" or "Boggy Creek" which are just as crystal clear, just as totally devoid of bog or mud as these, and I wonder if there was was once a time on the Coast when there was clay aplenty in these streams.
We leave the valley and climb a little
The "pastures" in fact have considerable areas of moss and lichen supplementing the grass.
This little silver green one is a beauty.
Here's another in the silver family, probably a daisy of some sort, but I haven't got round to identifying it yet.
Sometimes the track becomes quite civilised.
amd here once again, the young beech occupy a niche normally given over to low ferns.
An Australian boardwalk designer?