(Written on December 2nd and 4th)
I’m alive!
No one came to this creepy-ish little place and killed me in the night. 🙃
💪
Obviously, it wasn’t really named Garbage Falls–Wairua Falls, actually. But after a good little while collecting garbage and piling it up, including about a dozen tires dumped in the shrubs, this was the product of the morning’s effort.
Two other people came while I was there, one before I started the big cleanup, and one after I’d finished.
After leaving, I grabbed some garbage that was also along the side of the road, and then I tried to figure out which parks district the falls was in, so I could let them know about the trash, but after trying for a good little while, I gave up for the day.
I would have packed it out myself, but finding a place to dump it would be… a major challenge.
Headed back to Whangarei, apparently, my multi-trip home base, headed to Mega Mitre 10 and did some shopping–clear coat for the faded headlights, dish soap for my snorkeling mask, aaaaaand I found a roll of screen that is just as good as what I had brought with me, but likely a lot easier to work with. 🤞
Also went to the Repco and bought oil and an oil filter. They definitely do things differently down here, going with thicker oil in higher mileage engines as a standard practice.
I… don’t like that, but that’s what everyone does, so… I bought the thicker stuff, which happened to be on sale, which is nice because automotive stuff in New Zealand is crazy expensive.
Found a place that supposedly has good snorkeling, so I headed that way, gratefully next to a freedom camping spot (Reotahi, at the Whangarei Passage) just above the bay I hoped to snorkel in the morning.
Lift the world.
Bring it on.
~ stephen
Lift the World 