Te Waihou Blue Springs
We arrived at Putaruru just after lunch time and checked into our pub accommodation for the night. It was hard not to notice how quiet and small this town was. Roads were empty, shops were minimal and there were few people walking around. We sat on the bed in the room and did a google search for things to do in the area.
There are three options– a timber museum, a cheese shop and a walk to see Te Waihou Blue Springs. We didn’t have many choices, the springs was an easy win.
It took us a while to find a car park. Not because it was full, but because we actually couldn’t find the car park. We couldn’t see signs to lead us in the right direction and we went up and down the same area a few times before we found the entrance to the walking track. We entered and walked along a nice path next to a stream for a few hundred meters before it opened up into quite a pretty little area. It looked nice and it sounded peaceful. A happy way to spend an hour or so.
That night we met up with some of Tarsha’s family and they asked if we went to see the springs. We told them we did and started sharing with them what we saw. We were then informed that we had done it wrong. That if we wanted to see something beautiful we needed to go the other opening to the springs that lead to a different part of the stream. We got directions from them and vowed to go down in the morning and jump in the water.
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