Abel Tasman National Park was
established in 1942, named for the sea captain who was the first European to see
it. Unfortunately, he never set foot on
it. When his ship anchored off one of
the beaches and four men began to row in to investigate, two huge war canoes
loaded with Maori warriors came out and rammed the little boat, killing the
occupants. Abel had had a previous
experience like this (as you will recall from our report in the Bay of Islands);
and he took exactly the same steps, pulling the anchor and high-tailing it out
of the area. The year was 1642, part of which he spent trying to find an
island to name for himself over in Australia and the rest of which he spent
discovering Fiji and Tonga. Why it took
300 years to get around to naming this area for him is anyone’s guess—except that
maybe there was nothing around here left to name for Captain James Cook.
In any case, we drove up to the park
and took a water taxi about 45 minutes to one of the beautiful beaches, and
then did a 3 hour hike through the most beautiful countryside we have
experienced in New Zealand. We walked
through forests of strange new trees and plants, sighting beach after
beach. Tricia remarked that this was certainly
what we came here to see. The walk was
6.6 km, which normally would have killed me, but the views and mountain streams
we crossed kept my heart beating. I will
try to share a few of the beaches, as seen both from the water and from the
mountainsides, with you:
Our hike ended with an hour or so
sunning in a little cove, on golden sand under a cloudless blue sky. It was just a fantastic day. We celebrated by driving back to town and stopping
at my favorite place in town. I tried a
small taste of the speculass, but there was a new flavor in the freezer since yesterday that I could not resist. So I ended up
with a cone of hazelnut and frangelico.
What a way to spend a day.
Charlie & Tricia
©2013
Could you please go back to your favorite place and send me a cup of hazelnut and frangelico ice cream packed in dry ice? Please, please! PRETTY please (with whipped cream and a cherry on top)!
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