With Brendan being sick and the weather being questionable, we were looking for something local to do last Sunday that was not too strenuous but still gave us the opportunity to get some fresh air. So, we headed to Cornwall Park in the suburbs of Auckland. We parked at the visitor centre and walked up One Tree Hill via the road (most gradual route). We passed some free-grazing sheep on the way up and Brendan, in his usual way, attempted to pet one. Despite the sheep not even looking up at the runner who just passed within 2 metres on them, they would not let Brendan even within 5 metres of them. He has some type of sheep repellent on him. I am convinced. Anyway, we instead looked from afar and picked out “our” sheep. When friends heard we were moving here, many of them asked whether we got a sheep and/or a sheep dog when we entered. We were standing in the “people’s park,” so we assumed that these were the “people’s sheep.” I picked out a very fluffy one.
The wind at the top of One Trill Hill was unbelievable – almost taking me off my feet a few times. It was a very grey day, so I do not have much to say about the view other than it was nice. I would certainly go back as it was a nice walk up with a bit of a reward. We started to feel rain drops on the way down, so opted for the quick way down (i.e. straight down the side rather than around the road). This was great except for my choice of footwear – my pseudo sneakers offered zero traction on the steep, slick grass. I managed to make it down with only one rapid-sitting event. Brendan’s advice upon asking how dirty my bum was: just keep your jacket on. Our OTH adventure was followed by croissants and coffee at a local French café. Yum!
Logging in to post photos from today, I found a draft post from who knows when of things I wanted to do whilst living in Australasia. From that list, it appears I have three more to go: scuba dive Great Barrier, visit Fiji, and venture into the Australian outback. Looks like I have some planning to do! This was a local weekend for me with Brendan in the US. Saturday was mountain biking at Woodhill. Sorry, no photos to post as I was too close to puking to take in the scenery. I had a ball, but could use some fitness back. Crazy how much Woodhill has grown since we were last here. A couple of hours of riding was washed down with a steak pie because I earned it? Sunday was a walk at Shakespeare Regional Park complete with pukekos, sheep, cows, kite surfers, and a toast to someone who will be dearly missed.
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