I`m writing this with my netbook on my
lap as Margaret drives another twisting narrow road between Wanaka and
Queenstown. You should hope at tis point that I edit well because my
eyes ar frimly fixed ont he road ahead. Think the old road to Marmot
basin, with no shoulders and lots of traffic going both both ways. Or
maybe the Fraser canyon because half the vehicles are pulling boats.
It`s dry and sagey like Kelowna or perhaps Kamploops (this is for
sure a lake distrircit) , there we go, the summit and an incredible
view. Time for a stop. Oh my gosh....
Down down down we go, feet braced, eyes
ahead. It's farmland I guess, maybe grazing for sheep and cattle.
Somewhere in here there are ski fields as they call them, but we
haven't seen any sign of them. There is white foxglove along the side
of the road, and pink and purple as well—although these look more
like lupins. It's getting greener as we come down off the mountain,
and now the lake—or another lake--is laid out before us. Big
sheep—and lots of them, so that answers that question. Whew, I
think we are mostly down. Margaret has just finished a bacon and egg
pie offered to her by a traveller at the lookout, but I'm ready for
coffee and a second breakfast. Slowed to 15 for another hairpin bend
(M says she prefers the innies to the outies)—there's a beautiful
valley below us, nothing but (very strong) wooden fence post style
railing beside us, rocks held back by wire mesh on the mountain
side. I could walk down this hill faster than one can drive it—oops
there's someone walking up it! Whew, down and on the road to
Arrowtown. I need to go to the bathroom; M says she went on the way
down.
Sending this from Chop Shop in Arrowtown.
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