From the Steele Creek Bivvy it was all down hill to our exit from our expedition. And it was as well. Just two days of 'gentle' strolling through magnificent open wilderness and the ubiquitous rain.
Tussocky grass in the Greenstone Valley.
Greenstone Valley. What more can I say? It's big and it's wide.
Crossing a ravine to the Greenstone Hut and a fairly uneventful night stop.
Pick up at the end of the Greenstone Track by water taxi. A sort of water going motorbike (yet not a jet ski...thank heavens...hate those things).
Homeward bound. Route complete and ready for a decent meal (not that we ate badly...I was cooking after all, well, apart from Sock Soup) and a shower.
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