15 + 16 Feb: Awatere River Road to Blenheim
Despite a net elevation loss from Cob Cottage, the rest of the Awatere River Road was slow going. The morning rolled through green stands of trees surrounded by jagged mountains. The descents were steep and felt so short, and the climbs, equally steep, felt long.
Unable to find water among the cattle pastures, we ran out once again. The dust covering our skin and clothes, its taste in our dry mouths, we headed directly into a headwind (perhaps an introduction to those famous winds they call the Northerlies) over Taylor’s Pass Road and wound our way into Blenheim.