Today's forecasted "drizzle" was wrong, so I did a drenching 35km from National Park, sharing the road with a large number of double livestock trucks, packed standing room only with sheep.
When I pulled into this once major country town, with a main street lined with once grand early C20th buildings, I found the annual sheep auction in full swing. Pens filled with skittish woolies selling for $100 to $250 a head.
What a treat. I hope this bodes well for clearing weather and a chance to mountain bike ride to Bridge to Nowhere, on the Whanganui River this coming weekend.
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