Well, it had to happen. All tracks come to an end, even ones as great as the Dusky. The trail ends just to the left of the sign...sigh. This picture is in honor of some pictures from the end of the first time I tramped the track. The conditions were quite a bit gentler this time and the picture was easier to take. I noticed that I'm wearing the same model of running shorts and hiking boots and that is the exact same backpack as in my previous trips to NZ. Hey, stick with what works.

I wasn't nearly as muddy here as earlier in the day after crossing the muddy meadow after leaving the hut. You often get cleaned off in the rivers when you cross them. But I was still pretty grubby and waded into Lake Manapouri before getting onto the boat.