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| I don't know why, but I do find a dam rather fascinating. It may be the dam buster in me! |
In the long long weekend we
did manage some walking. Not so much as you'd notice or that the
clothes are any looser, but let's not think about that just now. I
wanted a walk that wouldn't kill me or depress me. I know I'm out of
shape - no - I am a shape, I'm just not very fit at the moment. We are
(as I frequently mention I know) blessed, there are walks for all sorts
at our fingertips. So off west it was. Here
to be precise. A road down, then heaps of steps, then along the old
railway track. Quick stop for tea and cookies, then an amazing 'oh my
I'm having an Indiana Jones moment' end of the track. Actually not the
end of the track - we could have continued along for several hours. No,
the turn around point for us. The steps up killed me - in that good way -
the way that you know you are doing yourself some good but the end is
in sight. The road up was a long and winding road. I kept my head down
and kept breathing. Hurrah. Out of breath, soaked up the scenery. I
think about 6km. I know, but it's better than the couch. Oh and it was
so nice to be out walking midweek.
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| On the dam, it caught my eye, there were loads and it said 25 on all of them...what does it mean |
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| The dam through the forest. Rather hard all this green. |
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| There is really little need for a map on a walk like this, but it's a habit. I'm not apologising, I'm proud. I always have a map. |
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| My autumn leave obsession. |
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| The Indiana Jones moment |
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| The bridges reminded me of our Otago Rail Trail adventure, but these were more slippy. |
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| There is that dam again, less green this time. |
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