Ian’s hard work on our heli trip saw him knobble a handful of west coast trout including the handsome beast (right). Weary, sun burnt and chewed to hell by sandflies we made our way to the rendezvous point to wait for the chopper. Reflecting on this amazing adventure a lump formed in my throat though now was no time to be getting all sentimental as I still had two days remaining. Following a couple of gruelling days in the bush, a good night’s kip would hopefully set me up for the final assault!
Safely landed, we prepared for the flight back to civilization
Peering through the perspex as the valley unfolded below only made us want to do it all again…
~Although satisfied, solemn faces reflected our mood on leaving this remarkable environment~
