Our goal last night was to get all of our clean clothes in
one suitcase for the rest of the trip and everything we don’t need into the
other. There are a couple more bed and breakfast stops and it’s always hard to
know if we will have to lug a suitcase up stairs. If we do, now it will only be
one. Hopefully I have organized them well and we will be fine for the next
couple of nights.
The Durie Hill Elevator and Tower are our first stops for
the morning. Actually we take the elevator to the top of the hill where the
tower is. There is a long tunnel, about 600 feet, that leads to the elevator
and over the entrance it says 1916. Is that the age of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel is a metal door and a doorbell to
call the elevator. Bob pushes it and we hear the mechanics of the lift. The
metal door opens and a lady steps out and smiles at us. Bob asks if we can get
a ride up and hands her $4 NZD for the two of us for our ride. She invites us
to enter what seems like just a big metal box and she pulls the metal door
shut. I am grateful I’m not claustrophobic.

At the top, we climb the rest of the hill to the Tower. It
is a memorial to those from the city who died in World War I. There are 175
steps to the top. We haven’t had our climb yet for the morning so we start up.
No sooner have we circled around the center three or four times and a jogger
comes running down. We flatten against the wall. He mumbles a g’day and we
start up again.
Now I may not be too claustrophobic but I do get a bit dizzy
and winded on circular stairs. I stop for a breather and to set my equilibrium
straight again and suddenly the jogger who went down runs up the stairs past
us. I look at Bob and we both shake our heads. This guy is no spring chicken
either.

The view from the top of the tower is nice but not really
significant for us. Perhaps if we’d had more time to spend in the area we would
recognize more things. The only thing we find familiar is the steamboat side
paddler we saw last night.

The museum is actually just a large structure that houses a
restored tram. Between 1909 and 1912, twelve trams came into service in
Wangarui. Of those, only three survive. The restored tram on display is the
Number 12. The tram system was closed in 1950 but the Number 12 had not been
run since 1940. It was purchased and stored and then purchased again before
coming back to Wangarui and becoming the project of an incorporated society
dedicated to the restoration of the tram for historical preservation.

After Bob gets several earfuls of answers to his questions
about some of the electrical gadgets and operational machinery, we decide to
get on our way. New Plymouth is our next destination and we have several more
places to stop along the way.
Our first stop is at the Hawera Water Tower. Why? I ask.
Perhaps just because it’s there? The sign says 115 steps. I say no but after
looking at the tower and snapping a picture, I am tempted to say, “Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your hair!” On to our next stop.

Below the power plant and down the road a bit is the walk to
Dawson Falls. It takes a little while and a few—make that lots of steps to get
there and once again we have a picture of a waterfall. It will be interesting
to count them all when I get home. Kind of reminds me of all the iguana pictures
we took in Galapagos.

Next it is down the mountain and on to New Plymouth.
In New Plymouth we find the Information Center and gather
some. . .information, of course. There is a nice boardwalk along the shore of
the Tasman Sea here and we stretch our legs a bit. A turn up and away from the
shore and we explore the town center. After the delightful town center at
Wanganui, we are a bit disappointed. The buildings here are just city buildings
and nothing as quaint or interesting as Wanganui.


After dinner we go down to the coastal walkway again and
find a park bench to watch the fading rays of the sun. Families with kids on
scooters and teens on skateboards pass us by as well as the occasional
four-legged friends that want to check us out on the way by. It’s a nice
relaxing evening and a time to just be together—as if we weren’t together the
last four and a half weeks. Hah!
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