The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
A quick blink in Bligh Sound/Hawea, – Fiordland
Our logbook for the run from George to Bligh says, ‘expecting 4 meter seas, so ‘battening down the hatches on Allora.’ This pic doesn’t begin to show the waves, but we are getting pretty used to these quick hops being worthy of our full attention!
This northern fiord zigzags around 18 kilometers inland to the head at Wild Natives River (surely on a list to be renamed?)Sizable slip. Some of these are so dramatic you can just imagine the sound and drama of the actual moment when it let go.
The very steep demarkation between mud bank and deep water.We finally found a spot to anchor in the middle in 80′ of water, so we had all our 330′ of rode out and were ‘free swinging’ without any lines to shore.
On our one full day in Bligh, Marcus took Namo up the Wild Natives River and hiked up with just enough time (with the tide) to fish one nice pool, landing two fish.‘Marcus’ Pool,’ Wild Natives River.I stayed back on Allora and did one of my ‘flash’ mosaics. Here and there along our 7 year journey, I’ve tucked these offerings, almost ‘dialogues with nature,’ into various locations. Here, I share some close ups, mainly because that’s all I got up to in Bligh, but I will save the full images for another post!
As much as we choose to be present for what IS, we are starting to really look at forward at the weather for our tough West Coast passage from Milford to Abel Tasman.I’m thankful for Lightroom so I can prep some of these blogs before finally getting back into Wifi zone.
Bye Bligh!I feel like I can SEE the richness of this journey in Marcus’ expression!
