Halfway Bay Station

It is High above Lake Wakatipu in the Eyre Mountains that I bring you this correspondence.  The sun has set over my left shoulder, a cool diurnal breeze is at my back blowing down valley and the shaded slope has begun it's transformation into night.  I can hear the calls of a thousand grazing sheep, some near and others just a faint moan in the distance.  Life here at Halfway Bay Station is grand.  I'm a stones throw from a crystal blue lake, rivers are filled with rainbow trout and salmon, pastures are green, and I have work, to keep my hands busy and maintain my sanity.  I work with Felipe and Patricia from Chile, who are wonderful people, and Tori, a twenty year old shepherd, who is a ball of fire.  She's filled with young energy and has become fun to work with.  Gerry and Ginny manage the farm and have two kids, Paddy and Eve, 4 & 6 years old.  Gerry and Ginny are both nice folks and the kids are a breath of fresh air, constantly playing outside, often running naked, as free an existence as I can imagine.  They have a pet goat named Goatee and are unafraid of anything outside, be it a plant, animal or otherwise.

I've been here nearly ten days now, and it's nice to reflect on all the tasks accomplished.  We've tailed hundreds of sheep and done numerous other projects.  Just now I'm admiring the plethora of wood Felipe and I cut and split.  The massive gum tree had tons of energy laying in it.  I made a butcher block of a huge round as well.  My time in New Zealand has been good, work purifies my mind and fortunately I've kept busy with the sheep farming.

Sandflies bite, but not incessantly, cool breeze keeps them at bay.  The distant sound of a powerboat, calling sheep, singing birds, and a flowing river are the music in the song I hear.  Sentinel snowcapped peaks, alpen glow, shadows in the folds of glacial carvings, green pastures, an ice cold lake, and the story land group of buildings below that make up Halfway Bay Station are the scene in the show I'm watching.