We drove along the Canterbury Plain which was a stark contrast to the dramatic look of the backcountry, where Mount Sunday lies. We had a stop at Mt. Potts Station where we would return to have wine and lunch on our way out.
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| Lake Clearwater on the way to Mount Sunday |
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| These mountains were also used as the Misty Mountains |
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| Helm's Deep and Edoras |
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| Finally, Edoras |
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| Along side a silver stream |
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| Tracy and Drew |
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| What a rack... |
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
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Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning...