The end of the week was approaching and I was tired. In the past five days we had traveled over 800km from Central Otago down to Stewart Island, Invercargill to Te Anau and back. We had traveled by van, ferry, dingy and freighter stopping only long enough to grab a quick shower, recharge camera batteries and repack gear before we were off on the next leg of our travels.
The week had been filled with life altering experiences and I barely had time to process one escapade before we were off on the next. Exhaustion was catching up to the excitement I felt for this next adventure.
Cast iron has always held a certain romantic appeal for me. It comes from a time before microwaves and tv dinners– a time when the evening meal simmered in the hearth all day, warming the home before filling the belly. Meals were shared around the table rather than at the computer or in front of the television.