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Nineteen people took advantage of a sunny summer afternoon to explore a new and as yet undeveloped reserve
at Paremoremo. Paremoremo is best known for its prison, but where we went was right on the upper Waitemata
Harbour and well and truly away from that place.
One car load left The Bracken at 1:30pm and met
up with the rest of the group at the carpark at the end of Sanders Rd. We set off about 2:30pm once everyone
had arrived, along a driveway leading to the homestead on the highest point in the park.
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From there we followed a newly-mown track leading northwest down to overlook the Paremoremo Creek.
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We returned to the homestead and cut across to the track leading to the old pa site at Paremoremo
Point. While we waited for the group to come together before leaving the track, we had one of several
spot prizes - Lilian won a CD of two episodes of Life With Dexter. When we reached the headland we
had a look at the site, now covered in pine trees. Directly across the upper Waitemata Harbour was Whenuapai.
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From there we went down to the beach on the eastern side, sheltered from the strong southwesterly
wind. It was half-tide, so there was not enough water for a swim. Peter won a photograph album.
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John read out A Love Letter From God, a devotions that had been made up completely from
Bible verses. Starting off with You may not know me the letter began with how God knows each one of us
intimately. It then moved on to how He provides us with everything, and how he wants to show us great
things. The letter concludes with how Jesus Christ died as the ultimate expression of God’s love for
us, and that we need to come to Him - Will you be my child? I am waiting for you.
We had three
more spot prizes - Sonia won some sunscreen, Roz took away a CD containing slideshows of tramping trips,
and Katrina gained a CD of six episodes of Dad and Dave.
Two men and their daughters, one a toddler,
came walking across the mudflats towards the beach. Their boat had ran aground on a sandbank and were
unable to move it on the outgoing tide. A fifth person remained on board to mind the boat while the others
went ashore to look for a farmhouse to find assistance. The four who waded through the mud to walk ashore
(apart from the toddler who was on her dad’s shoulders) looked as though they wore grey stockings. We
invited them to join us for the 20-minute walk to the carpark, and Eileen was very kind to drive them
home to Birkenhead. We were out by 4:30pm, and Eileen won the last prize, a CD of items from the Far
North Summer Tramp New Year camp concert.
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