Two choices of route again. Over the tops stumbling around on tussock, or straight down the middle of the river. We looked at each other. No choice really! Beautiful blue water, warm sunshine, the chance of striking gold… In we went! You never know, there might be some nuggets washed down in these ‘ere waters. Maybe we can pan for gold at lunchtime. Sweet!
Apparently Arrow River got it’s name because it’s flow was ‘as fast as an arrow’. Not today thank god, maybe as fast as someone chucking a tennis ball, definitely not an arrow ;)