96 kilometers from Jackson Bay to Lake Paringa. Of which 8km filled with horrible climbs. It was hard. I arrive at the small DOC campsite in the early evening. The place is located by the lake and already quite crowded with tourists. That speaks mostly German. The lake slaps quietly in the heat of the end of the day.
Like the entire Queenstown to Franz Joseph Glacier (a little further north) area, all the valleys and lakes are located on the site of ancient glaciers that have disappeared. At nightfall the night birds wake up. A whole bunch of sounds resound in the dark. Some are extremely melodious. Nearby, an owl makes calls. Apart from a few sandflies in search of human skin to prick, the place is quiet. In the sky, the moon is almost full.
The next day the fog invaded the valley. At dawn the lake is hardly visible through the mist. It will take a good hour before the cloudy mass of moisture begins to gently rise.
West Coast in Picture presents the places that most marked or interested me during my journey across the West Coast.
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I left Jackson Bay early in the morning and headed back to Haast where I headed north. To arrive about fifty kilometers further at Lake Paringa nestled amid the mountains covered with rainforests.
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