The Kauri Trees

We got booted out of Pete and Sabrina's like a mother nest pushing her little one's out into the real world. The rainy world. We drove into Kataia to refill on supplies and then said, "Adios" to the strange town and headed south to the famous Kauri tree parks. On the way, we had to take a small ferry ride. Bobbi appreciated the floating break from the curvy roads. We ate crackers and had a few laughs at my attempt to dance in my slippery shoes. Just before the town of Omapere, we stopped to do a short hike up to a waterfall and some Kauri trees. It was raining, but felt like a beautiful rain forrest, kind of like home. The Kauri are New Zealand's biggest and oldest trees. They are indeed big, and have a majestic, wise, and kind feeling about them. They definitely deserve a capital "K".