When we got to Stony Bay, we found out that the track was closed, but the woman tending the campground had some other suggestions for us. We headed through a grove of large trees and into the forest to wander for a while.
We traversed, then traversed some more, then kept traversing across this ridge. At some point we realized we were going nowhere, and slow, but it didn’t matter: I was there to be in the forest and to be moving, not to get anywhere. Journey, not destination.
Along the way, I saw my first wetas. They were dead, but they were still pretty interesting!
Eventually we came out of the forest onto a grass hillside above Stony Bay. We goofed around for a while, taking pictures and enjoying the sunshine after being in the shade all day.
A quick walk down the hill to the grove of large trees, where Dave climbed one of the tallest and I enjoyed an organic pear straight from the branch.
We headed back to Stony Bay for some ocean time. Dave and Ogre Jon went snorkeling, while I meandered down the beach, exploring a few caves and playing with seashells as I climbed over the rocky shoreline.
Then we devoured half a jar of Nutella on the way home. :-D