|Up before the sun|
The sun hadn’t come up yet when I started on the track to the Gnomon lookout - 1 hour return, before breakfast. It was still misty too, but the clouds lifted by the time I reached the summit and allowed me some splendid views over Mt.Duncan, the Western Tiers and some lush looking farmland to the west.
|I start with the easiest one, though both go straight uphill|
|The mists begin to clear as I reach the first lookout point which overlooks Mt. Duncan|
|Better and better|
|At the top the sun finally comes up with perfect timing|
|On top of Old Gnomon|
I was a bit worried that if I slid down the rock face for a look, I wouldn’t be able to get back up if it didn’t lead anywhere. It was very windy at the top of both peaks so I didn’t linger long. From Mt. Dial being further north, you could see the sea as well as the Western Tiers. Note that there are no barriers here to stop you falling a long way down, so do watch children carefully if you bring them here. Apart from the tracks and that bit of signage, there are no facilities here either, though there are some at the Ferndene Picnic Area.
|Back up the hill|
|Looking up at Mt. Gnomon from the Dial track - wish I'd known there was a way to it as I would have saved myself a second slog up the hill|
|A little family of Greenhood orchids cheers me on|
|View to the east from the top of Mt. Dial , with the Western Tiers in the background|
Looking north east you can see the sea
(Alas, only phone pics from now on)
I tootled around a bit after that, staying in the same place at Riana that I did last year, enjoying the drive over Gunn’s Plains with its lovely rustic scenery, its waterfall and wild daffodils all around. Then, on the basis of a brochure I had found, decided that I should take another look at Leven Canyon which, being a little off the beaten track as well, I hadn’t seen for many years either. There had certainly been some changes – better facilities, a lovely barbecue area, more walks, a second lookout and the most amazing stairs.
|You know you are in the country when this happens. It must have taken a full 20 minutes for this long line of cows to cross|
This was pretty much the first time I had had a good signal since Queenstown and a German friend had texted me about the international climate change protests which had been on that day. It made me feel really guilty. Here I was contributing to the problem and using loads of fuel, driving up and down over all those mountains. However, at this stage there didn't seem to be much point in simply turning around and going home. I may as well finish what I planned to do in this area so I wouldn’t need to drive all this way again. Still it puts a bit of a damper on things and gnaws at me all the way home.