The Cambrian Forest

Our next destination from the dairy farm was into the woods...well, kind of. Bob L. DeBerry and his son Cambrian are doing what very few people even think of. Growing a forest by hand. We came to this tiny valley amongst the harsh hills of Central Otago to find small groves of baby decidious trees. All planted by Bob and his Wwoofers, to one day become a legacy in the region. In 30 years the autum sun will set through a freckled canopy of maple, oak, cherry, sycamore, and ash. Meanwhile, as winter takes hold, pines, spruce and redwoods upon the hill will fend off the cold winds and stand as beautiful snow angels. Our days filled with watering thirsty trees, and escaping the heat. Cam and Bob showed us the little things which keep life going. Water. Swimming in the blue waters of St. Bathan lake, the Secret Gorge of Death!, and little quiet creeks for relaxing in. In the evenings, we often gathered with neighbors in the village for a Petonque match, discussion on teaching (most of the village are teachers on summer break), or just looking up at the stars counting satellites and meteors. Thank you Bob for a wonderfully relaxing time and doing what we all know must be done. Long live the trees!