Thursday afternoon we left Stratford and began driving the 155 km long Forgotten World Highway. I've forgotten why it has that name. But it is a sparsely populated, hilly, and slightly off-beat drive that leads from one side of the North Island to the other.
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The main town along the route is Whangamomona, population 32. It reminded
me of Cicely, Alaska from Northern Exposure. |
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| We camped at the town council campground |
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| Basic amenities. This is the kitchen, and solitary shower. |
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Fortunately, we were the only ones to use the kitchen, because it was
a pretty tight space. I made lamb stew. |
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| Keeping a close eye on us |
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The land, cleared of most of its forest cover a century ago, now has sheep and
cattle grazing on large, lonely stations. |
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| One lane tunnel ... |
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... called the Hobbit Hole. Notice the wood framing
supporting the ceiling. |
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We took a hike to see a nearly dry waterfall. Every time we enter a forest
in New Zealand we are amazed at the prolific ferns. |
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The fronds can bet quite large, some of the fern
trees have leaves that are ten feet long. |
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| An MG club passed us, there were dozens of them. Cool. |
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We passed Mount Ngauruhoe near the end of the road. We had climbed
it six weeks earlier. |
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