We gladly left Franz Josef, and drove up the coast to Westport. This was Erin’s first day driving! Initially I was disappointed as it was still foggy and rainy, but the scenery did not disappoint. It was gorgeous again. I’m probably starting to sound like a broken record, but you run out of words sometimes. Let me see, the fog cloaked the steep hills, as the harsh waves crashed into the desolate rocks. The contrast between the surf and the wooded slopes took your breath away. Does that help at all? A stunning, yet unforgiving looking area.
|we looked hard, but did not see any penguins|
We stopped at the Pancake Rocks, which has layers of rock that have been exposed by the pounding waves. The spray was quite impressive too. Andrew loved it here. We drove through Greymouth, which is where the mining tragedy was, and stopped in Westport.
|You can kind of see the layers here|