Homey's first Big Day

We are let off of the ferry at Picton, a sleepy little town that mainly exists to service the ferry. Which is about how much time I spend on it. I hit the road to the east coast, Hwy 1. This will be the first real shake down for Homey. We start down the road and a eye bleeding 60 kph. Straining up the climbs. But Homey did great. Just chugged along. In fact it runs better on the open road than it did in town. Our first stop is to check out a kayak in Blenheim. The boat is an old Current design Storm. I had a picture in my mind of the boat we had at CCK, long sleek with tons of storage. But apparently this is not the same boat. After chatting with the owner, who was a really nice guy. I let the boat go and figured I could make it to my next stop Kaikoura. Homey did a hero's labor over the mountains and finally we came to the sea. It's funny but the drive kind of reminded me of my trip to Baja ( accept this road had guard rails ). It was getting dark and I was getting hungry so I pulled of the road to cook up some dinner ( top ramen and peanuts ) and watch the surf bound the beach. This was a beautiful example of a dumping wave. I mean pounding the beach. I kept thinking that if this was the CALM east coast what could the west coast be like!
After finishing up dinner I decided to stay the night. Now this location was well back from the road so and it was level and had a great view of the beach and the anticipated sunrise. Unlike my first night in Wellington, this was a calm and clear night, full of strange stars and familiar patterns.