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| dbBrad ascending up the Breast Hill Track |
Coming up this beautiful valley, with spectacular weather, it's hard to believe it will be frozen and covered with snow for several months this winter.
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| Tin hut, a NLMIS (nasty little mouse infested shelter) where one can truly ponder the meaning of life. |
As I rounded a bend in the early morning I saw a red outhouse up on the hill. A sure sign a hut was near by.
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| The view from the NLMIS is amazing |
One cannot pass a hut and not at least have a look inside. When I opened the door I saw what I really wanted to see after over 100 days of tramping -- a comfy chair.
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| The chair, perhaps the most famous chair, perhaps the only chair, along the Te Araroa Trail. |
Not a stool, not a bench, not a piece of firewood to perch myself on, but a chair, with upholstery and arm rests, and damn comfortable to boot.
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| The Tin Hut, a very cute NLRIS! |
The hut, called the Tin Hut, was a
nasty little rodent infested shelter I'm betting they wouldn't use in a third world country, but the chair was awesome and when one sat down, the view through the little 5' tall doorway that was not even 24" wide, was spectacular.
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| In this photo it looks more like the mouse house that it is! |
I stayed for an hour writing in my journal and admiring the view and contemplating what it means to have some time and a place to sit. Rest time, comfort, relaxation and appreciation all take on different meanings on the Te Araroa Trail.
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