Yesterday I went for a late afternoon run around part of Lake Hawea while the kids did their homework and Catheleen started making dinner. It was a magical moment with the view of the lake and snow capped mountains in the distance. The sun was shining and a strong wind was blowing a couple of kite surfers along with the waves. The water was a deep azure blue, and as I ran along the gravel path I passed through grassy fields and forests filled with strange wind-swept trees I've never seen before. I finally reached white cliffs overhanging the lake below, and turned back for a reverse view, with the sun slowly setting towards the mountain tops, casting a silver glare on the lake. I had to stop a dozen times on my run to take pictures, but the photos didn't do justice to the moment.
We drove up from Hawea along the west coast and stopped near Franz Josef Glacier for the next two nights. The drive was very wet since it rained all day, as it mostly does in these parts. Our drive through the mountains was remarkable for the huge ferns and strange trees. This whole area in a national park, and so this remote landscape has remained largely untouched. Since New Zealand is so isolated from the rest of the world, the trees and foliage are thought to be ancient species from 80 million years ago when the island started separating away from Australia. It all seemed so foreign. We would see trees that looked somewhat like a palm tree but not quite, and huge black ferns. If you needed a location for a movie with foreign plants unknown to most, this would be a good place to go.
Once we made it through the mountains and the Hass pass, we drove along the coast, with the Tasman Sea on one side and the Southern Alps blocking the way on the other side. We didn't pass many towns along the way, this being one harsh and lonely place for most people to handle I imagine.
Here is one of the pictures I took on my run on Lake Hawea.

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