Redwood Valley, NZ: Dear Murtons

Dear Angela, Peter, Andrew, and Ben, It wasn't enough for you to open your spare room to us, feed us, let us store our bikes while we hiked, wash our clothes, make us feel like family.  But you arranged for the most spectacular warm sunny...

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Abel Tasman National Park, NZ A Photo Album

Sometimes everything goes our way. After a day of dodging rain showers, we dropped into the rich valley where Nelson is located. A tailwind pushed us like a helping hand into town. Our goal was the home of Angela, the daughter of our friends...

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Pelorus Bridge, NZ: Encounters of the Natural Kind

Picton is is the port town at the end of the ferry line. Everyone goes through Picton on their way between islands. I can't say I liked the place -- the campground was overpriced and located next to the railroad tracks and a house full of...

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Wellington, NZ: End of an Island

It was a windy and overcast and chilly day when we came down from the Rimutaka into the suburbs of Wellington. I wish I could say we had the energy to pedal up a big hill for a view of Wellington after dinner, but that would not be true....

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Featherston, NZ: The Rumataka Incline

On the advice of numerous cyclists and other sage travelers, we avoided New Zealand's Highway 1 as it slices down the southern half of the  North Island.  We heard it would be like cycling down Interstate 5 of California -- lots of...

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