On Saturday a group of my gal-pals and I set off to do the new-ish Tarawera Trail. It was a surprisingly beautiful warm day and we were walking along in t-shirts enjoying our gal-chatter under a sunny blue sky. This trail is a stunner. Really truly beautiful. There's something about Lake Tarawera all vast and tree-lined with that majestic mountain looming in the distance that makes it feel so... significant.
This image shows the point we got to before turning back. Down there is Hot Water Beach. Next time I'm going to head off a bit earlier and do the whole distance with a nice warm soak as the reward before turning back and heading home. There are so many awesome little semi-secret natural hotpools around Rotorua.
After much wailing and gnashing of teeth between the various parties involved, this 15km 'stage one' leg of the journey was completed in December. Eventually the plans are that it will take you the 42km all the way around Lake Tarawera joining ranks with some of the other iconic multi-day walks in NZ. Joy.
There are lovely little beaches along the way to stop and enjoy...
And enjoy some more! Yeow!!
Then later on that night to cap off a fabulous day we got together for a potluck curry dinner. Now that's my kind of Saturday!
One of the many wonderful things about living here in Rotorua is that we have a crazy-good selection of options for a good old fashioned walk in the woods. Through forest, around lakes, up to springs, over hills... everywhere you look there's a wonderful walking track to explore amongst the woods - pine, fir, beech, gum, and probably the most iconic here - the Redwoods.
So instead of going for my usual Friday morning mountain bike ride yesterday, since I was full of (lowers voice) *snot* I went for a walk with the dawgs in the Redwoods. There's a great walk up some big steps to the top of an old quarry with a view out over the forest towards Lake Rotorua.
That's Pepper on the left and Koko on the right. English Pointers are lovely little beasties. They're bird dogs so they love to watch, point at and chase birds, and have absolutely no desire to kill. And unless you're traipsing about in the snow (which they wouldn't like much since they're really soft) they're generally in complete contrast to their surroundings so are easy to spot racing around amongst the trees.
The view from the top of the quarry out over the lake.
And for a wee treat a coffee at the end of the walk from this cool little coffee cart outside the Redwoods visitor centre. Are they as obsessed about coffee in other countries as much as we are here?