McKenzie campsite

Misty morning dawned, campers huddled in the hut over steaming cups of coffee and an assortment of strange breakfast delights? The journey continued downwards through the forests coming to its conclusion at the divide, once more to find the sun shining brightly. It was like the stories from Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree except, instead of finding different worlds at the top of the tree it was at the top of the tree line.
Long wait for the bus, long bus journey back to Queenstown, long shower and hopefully a long sleep.