By the time we left the Abel Tasman park the sun was committed to shining and we had decided to go as far west as possible. Our goal was the Farewell Spit - a skinny peninsula that juts north and hooks east from the upper left hand side of the South Island of New Zealand. We called two companies that conduct tours of the spit and decided we'd do anything except a three hour tour, a three hour tour. The unfortunate thing was that we can't do any tour unless the tide is right (high/low, I don't remember) and that would mean we'd need to spend a second night there because any tour, and the shortest was that 3 hour tour, couldn't start until 2 PM. So, we decided to not commit to a tour and see what we could see on our own.
The drive was filled with beautiful green/blue mountains and green/yellow valleys. The peace and grandeur only interrupted by intermittent shrieks from the passenger seat as Kevin wound up and down the narrow mountain highways. On occasion we'd stop for a lookout or a short walk.
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