We leave the beautiful Aoraki and it’s surrounds and think that maybe we will get Invercargill, maybe not. We see a sign that points to “clay cliffs” and turn down the road wondering exactly how interesting clay cliffs can be. Another turn and we are at a farmers gate where there is an honesty box for $5. We put our 5 bucks in the tin and wonder what the cashless doesn’t? Along with wondering exactly how interesting clay cliffs can be. It’s a wondery morning. We bounce along a well worn gravel road and see why the farmer has to charge as replacing the metal must be a full time job. Then there you have clay cliffs. Who knew? another treasure found. It’s really hard to photograph as the day was dull and the scene immense but you get the gist.
They sort look like stalectites or is that stalemates? And you feel like perhaps you should be wearing a hard hat as you walk through the canyon up to the bowl. We count at least 10 cars/ vans in the car park on the way back down so the farmer is doing a roaring trade and it’s not even lunchtime.
We drive and The scenery is stunning. This is what road trips are about. Put a play list on and listen to Blondie, sing Valerie at full noise and even Sylvia’s Mother for good measure and when was the last time you listened to Songbird?
Pictures are better than the 1000s of words to describe the view out the window that competes with the harmony inside the van.
