The mornings here on the west coast are certainly transformational. A shade of blue is cast among the skies and land alike. It is quite easy to notice this is the wettest part of the island. As time passes in the morning, the clouds seem to be courting with the land. Clouds take the shapes of the mountain tops, while the mountains seem to be reaching for the clouds - a perfect pair. Somewhat prone to sweating as it is, in this humid climate I am a perpetual wet, sticky mess...albeit with a smile, admiring the plants and landscapes that thrive here.
Everywhere we go, there is beautiful, brightly colored orange lichen. It is on the rocks, fences, houses, roads, and all the metal work on the swinging bridges. It is a perfect compliment to the blues and greens all around us. Miami Dolphins fans would inevitably feel a subtle sense of familiarity, which could comfort them during football season as television is practically unavailable.
As I sit in the van, back from the short hike through Hokitika Gorge, I circulate the air to cut the humidity. The radio comes on for a brief moment, and I hear a man with a strong Aussie / Kiwi accent proclaim his love for the Boston Red Sox. Man, these crazy people are everywhere! Continually reminding me of the people I befriended back at "university."
Back to the road...
Cheers,
Ryan
