After a great sleep and a pannier full of freshly laundered clothing we hit the road.

Haast seemed kind of a depressed village. Not really a home for anyone. There were helicopter excursions, fishing Outfitters and things to do but there seemed, to me, an underlying air of not fitting in.

We made it.

Climbing the Haast pass was made easier, just a tiny bit, because of the beautiful canopy of trees.

Sometimes it's good to stop and look at the road you've come up.

Mostly for me it's because I need a breather. But it's nice to see how far we've come.

Our humble abode for the evening. Bonus is that there was a "swimming pool". About chest deep of mountain water. It was lovely to cool off and stretch out in the water.