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Fuzzy Socks
Thursday, 02 November 2006
The coastline on the Abel Tasman tramp is like a sidewalk. It’s wide, well marked and there are plenty of people all around. The inland track is quite different. It’s a much more filled in with ferns and trees and vines and shrubs. It’s wild and beautiful. There are some nice views of the ocean below. It’s blue and endless. It’s quiet up here in the mountains, when the kids aren’t around. This wwoofing thing is nice. I think I might head to the wine country next to see if there is some wwoofing to be done there. (willing workers on organic farms) Then I might go down south to a sheep farm. I’d like to learn how to make warm fuzzy socks. I watched Crian skin 12 possums today. It was rather nasty, but death is a part of life I suppose. He offered to show me how to skin it and try one for myself. I declined. I’m afraid I’m not quite the tough mountain gal I thought I was!
Posted: 11.02.2006
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