As the trail approached Fred's Camp Hut, the bush turned green and wet (not as wet as the marshes but still pretty wet).  The forest was thick and the track weaved between trees and through lots of deep puddles.  It was one of the nicest sections of the track.   This is the type of forest that makes me want to come back to NZ so often.  This picture does not do the forest justice.  It's amazing and there are no words that can capture how it makes me feel.


In a cathedral, there is an arch made of stone.  In the forest, a tree makes an arch.