A Brown Trout hides out along the bank of the Mataura River in Gore, frustrating the fly fisherman who trudged upstream empty-handed.
Sue looks for evidence of glow worms where we saw them sparkling the night before. The luminescent larval stage of the fungus gnat finds this creekbank in Dolamore Park a perfect home to trap its prey of unsuspecting insects.
Battalions of bleating sheep occupy these fields that surround the Southern city of Gore. They sang us to sleep the night we camped below this overlook.
This is our kind of bungy jump! A few years ago this would have been the highlight of an international experience for our boys.
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