Curio Bay is my hero destination. It’s the whole reason I’m down here in the South Island.
That’s right. I’m not even here for the penguins – of which I saw exactly none, by the way. Not that I was looking that hard, to be honest.
This was another Mt James cum Aoraki/Mt Cook event for me – I was so enamoured with this ancient, fossilised forest that I spent a good hour and a half taking photos and touching the ancient tree stumps.
Touching an old or ancient object makes me feel connected to its history. I may have been touching the very tree stump that an Ankylosaur scratched its butt on once.
After seeing them up close, it became easier to spot the fallen trees from the walkway above.
I’ll remember this one for a long time to come.