Tekapo was misty, but in a interestingly mysterious and twinkly way, when we left and the clouds dropped even lower the further we travelled. There was no chance of us catching a glimpse of Aoraki/Mt Cook, but the drive was still beautiful anyway.
As we reached the top of the Lindis Pass, we must have crossed some magical meteorological line as we suddenly found ourselves basking in glorious sunshine. Although we were heading to Wanaka for the night, two of our number had never seen the tourist traps of Arrowtown and Queenstown, so we continued past our turn off and through Cromwell, the stone-and-pipfruit capital of New Zealand (how can you tell?!), with every intention of having lunch in the goldrush “village” of Arrowtown.
Now, you guys pretty much know us by now; we’re simple folk. Long story short, we really didn’t much like Arrow-or-Queenstown/s. They’re both really, really pretty, don’t get us wrong, but they were also pushy and grizzly (it seems counterproductive to moan to the tourists that are actually in your establishment that no one is spending any money) and very pricey, so we bought some sweets from a recommended shop, headed up the road to a predictable place in Queenstown (that may or may not be close to the Bean Counter’s wallet) and filled the car’s tummy, grabbing some stuff to fill the human ones as well. A very nice, quiet, and (vindictively) free time was had eating our humble fare and skimming stones on the shore of the beautiful Lake Wakatipu, where the photo opportunites just didn’t stop.
Then it was a up and over the Crown Range to Wanaka.; and what a delight that place is! After settling into our temporary abode, we ambled the streets spending way too much (although all purchases were passed by the holder of the purse strings) on lovely things that will forever remind us of this friendly place. Of course, we wandered to #thatwanakatree where Farm Girl took her turn among all the other photofolk, who were all very respectful despite her youth, before we had them howling with laughter at our #thatwanakatree selfie which has to be the worst in existence.
The evening finished with another incredibly well-chosen cafe meal, a boisterous round of The Game of Life (because we’re a nice family), and early bed.
Farm Girl runs a very full camp timetable and we were tired.