Mostly about the photos this time round, because I’ve kind of already given the rundown of the High Rockies trail.
We stopped and had a picnic lunch at our favourite mossy spot.
There were a lot of stops to play.
And then also stops where I jumped out and went to take photos of everyone else, then dropped my lens cap in the waterfall and made the wise decision not to jump into the waterfall to rescue it.
Some bike swap action happened. The conclusion was that the boy still fits in his Singletrailer, but noone wants to pull him. And the girl kind of nearly fits on the Streamliner trail-a-bike, but not quite properly yet.
And then we were at the end of the trail where things get scenic, and I couldn’t resist taking the same photo multiple times.
Down through the burnt trees just above Buller Creek.
And then to Buller Creek, to throw rocks in.
After pedalling out to the road from Buller Creek, the menfolk bravely set out on the dusty road to fetch the cars, while the rest of us napped by the lake. And looked for fish in the lake, and threw things in the lake, and got annoyed with mosquitos. The usual.
