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Look at me! I’m at my sand castle on Dead Man’s Beach on Stewart Island, New Zealand. Cool, huh?
Today, Nona and Papa and Susie and Tom took me on a hike. Susie is Nona’s cousin. Tom is Susie’s husband. They’re really nice, and, wow, do they like to travel and hike. We started at Horseshoe Bay.
After about an hour of walking along a beautiful coastline on a sunny day, we came to a sign. It said, “Dead Man’s Beach.”
Susie said, “Terrible name, but the guide book says its a great place to stop and rest. Let’s have lunch here.” We went right down to the beach.
Tom knows all kinds of things. When we got to the beach, he taught me to surf. No kidding. He searched the beach for a piece of wood that I could use as a surf board. The first one was too short for me, or I was too tall for it. Whatever. The second one was longer and worked like a charm. I surfed all the way up onto the sandy beach and almost right into Nona’s camera. She took this picture of me surfing and then rolled away just in time to avoid the wave, but the picture is out of focus. Sorry.
While Tom taught me to surf, Susie and Nona made that sand castle for me. When I got back from surfing, they surprised me, and put me up there on the castle wall. I felt like a queen! Queen of the World! Tom made the seaweed flag. Isn’t it something?
But that’s not all. Papa said that, when people go to the beach, they often bury someone alive just for fun. So, I asked, “Is that why they call it Dead Man’s Beach? How many people have been buried here?” Susie said, “No, you don’t have to worry. You’ll come out of the sand just as alive as you are now.” Well, that reassured me, and I said, “Bury me on the beach, please.” They did, and here’s my picture to prove it.
We hiked the Horseshoe Bay Track, from Horseshoe Bay all the way back to the little town of Oban on Stewart Island. Papa said that we took 13,520 steps on that hike. Odd that he keeps track of things like that, isn’t it?
Well, I really, really wish you were here with me. I’m your friend.
*You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic Jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
*You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”