The finish line is closer, but first it’s the spectacular Mavora Lakes, then eerie, muddy and tussock-filled forests, followed by the Pacific Ocean at last.

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A clear, windy night gave way to a rainy, windy night. Even with piles of rocks, one stake slips out
I’m awakened by birds peeping in that silver flute tone of theirs, the sky barely light. I am more of
Rain fell all night. I am so happy that I stayed in a hut, tucked into my bunk with my
I wake with the others in the bunk room, a bit groggy and hung over from the drama of the
I tossed and turned last night, waking momentarily to see a waning gibbous moon perched on a cloud. My day
I only have a few things to share from this very lazy day of reading, writing, editing, eating and giggling
I can see stars when I wake up, but fall is settling in and it’s pitch dark now. I organize
Ian and Wendy are up first, speaking in whispers, their lights aiming down. My head is mere inches from the
Stars are shining when I poke my head out of the alicoop, though clouds crowd in as I stroll to
Again stars were working overtime, but in the grassy dip set aside for Te Araroa tents, dew built up on
It's mostly a road walk to the end of the trail, but Ian surprises me and launches me up on
I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself. —Emma Stone The
Of course, there had to be just one more tramp before leaving. A mini-tramp that actually returned me to a
Fungus was certainly among us when Richard and I walked the Kepler Track in New Zealand's South Island.