The boys get to decide

Well, after dragging Mike and Xen all the way to Queenstown just to drive us to our marathon and cheer us in at the finish line, Shelaine and I decided that it was up to the boys what we did on Sunday. The only prerequisite: that it didn't involve too much walking!

Lucky for us, they chose dirt biking. We found a little rental shop close to Cromwell and just a few kilometres from the Nevis Valley. After playing on the meandering gravel roads, fun little off-tracks, and several stream crossings, we all had perma-grins.

The Nevis Valley was surprisingly desert-like.

N.V.B.C. stands for Nevis Valley Bowling Club. Not quite on the same level as Mt Cook!

My trusty steed. We all had the same bike, in different colors.

We saw some cool rock formations...

And some interesting relics from the area's settlers.

It wasn't all hard work...

Splash!

Happiness...

It was pretty much a perfect weekend!