We decamped Monday morning, January 15th, and drove into Christchurch again for some repairs to Rooby--air conditioner and fridge--handily taken care of by Daniel and Kylie, and then were on our way. For whatever reason, we were anxious to be back on the road again.Vicki wanted to see Arthur's Pass, one of just a couple roads that link the east and west coasts of the island, something we'd missed in 2014 due to foul weather. And so we headed west. We stopped, however, for a little hike among the Castle Hill Rocks, a DOC (Department of Conservation) site in the foothills east of the Southern Alps. We like weird rocks.
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| Trail to nowhere |
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| Castle Hill Station (what they call ranches here) |
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| Vicki stands for scale against a rock face |
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Limestone and differential erosion, unbeatable combination for
weirdness |
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| Sad frog; behind a dog |
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| Petrified tree trunk? |
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| Little cylinder of relief up among the rocks |
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| Three or four different collections of weird rocks in view |
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| We free-camped that night on Lake Pearson |
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Skill-fully composed...there were probably 20 other rigs there
that night |
2 comments:
I think that "weird rocks" fits the description very well.
Those are definitely weird rocks. I'm kind of surprised they weren't featured in LOTR.
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