Crazy mist greeted us this morning. Thankfully we started out on a newly cut track circling the lake. Easy on the brain :) This track seemed to run out shortly after and we ended up wondering about on cattle tracks trying to stick to the lake edge, while avoiding as much of the dense Matagauri spikes as possible. Lumpy bumpy ground, barbed wire fences in the arse, and soggy boots made for a grumpy sleepy Nicky!
How hard can it be to follow the edge of a Lake? Too hard for us apparently! I think we suffered from ‘grass is always greener’ syndrome this morning, wandering off on cow paths that seemed like nice tread, only to find ourselves far away from the lake and a bit lost in the mist..