So, earlier this week my partner and I went away for a night to the north of the West Coast, Karamea. We went to meet my partner’s father from the end of the Heaphy track but found numerous other reasons for going, along the way.
There are many things that I like about the West Coast. It could be described as barren, sparsely populated and lacking energy but to me it could never be any of those things. It’s beautful in an incredibly sporatic and untouched way and its full of mystery. There are so many secrets tucked around every bend. Like the Denniston historic site – an old coal mining site on the top of hill in Waimangaroa. About 150o people used to live in this wind-swept, make-shift town and there are remnants of houses and old mining paraphernalia. There is something about Denniston that sends shivers down my spine..
And the ocean. The West Coast ocean is just mesmerizing. Its full of life and crashes about wildly onto the long sparse beach.
Sorry – Can’t figure this photo thing out and so don’t know why it’s small.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.
J. F Kennedy