Tuesday, March 29
We spend the morning with our friends aboard their 38-foot sailboat, on the hard at Dockland 5 in Whangerei. Then, lingering over lunch in town by the Hateo River marina, we give Linda photo cards of Shrek the sheep and Brad gets a small gadget. The sailors head back to much more work preparing for their departure to Tonga, and we take our leave. Our best wishes go with them. When and where will we see them again?
Just north, within walking distance, is the AH Reed Memorial Kauri Park. We slip quietly out of the afternoon sun and heat and onto the moist green path. We hear overhead the greeting of the honey-eating tui, whose song penetrates the forest. Also called the parson bird, its white bib is in stark contrast to its black body. Part of the path lies along a stream, but the best part is an elevated wooden walkway about halfway up the enormous kauri trees, where we peer down through the lacy silver tree ferns to the shady water below. It's an entirely new perspective. Instead of craning our necks to look up so far, we see the way some birds experience this remnant of an ancient forest. Coolness envelops us. We're tempted to linger there by the waterfall at the end of the trail. It's our only chance to see the kauri, these old podocarp trees from an age beyond our imagining when continents split apart and isolated these islands.
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