Maclaren Lodge and wilderness camp 24th July continued

Plus of course Dakota whose usual spot standing on the bows of the skiff was taken by me and he did his best to get his spot back.

The camp site a dunny but no door. If it was occupied you pulled on a string and a wooden arm came up to indicate occupation. However whilst you were on the toilet, the view up the valley was breath taking.

Custom built fire grate with a local talking to Zoe plus Helen chatting with Seb. And we were really on the edge of the river which was steadily eroding the camp site.