Conical Hill

Not a brilliant night as it was roasting and the sheets felt like parachute silk and were skiddy. However, we were put in better spirits by a most delicious breakfast ( a sort of muesli kickerbocker glory with a ton of fruit) and a trip to the thermal springs. It was raining slightly but that just added to the experience. Lots of different areas with different temperatures and different minerals. I really loved the sulphurous 42c pot, very different from Kitchen Cove.
After lunch we did a vigorous circular walk up Conical Hill. The trees were enormous. Then after an ice cream- sorry Jen, boysenberry won the day, we had round two in the springs and the sun was out. We are both pretty spaced out by now.