A reflection of a mountain in a slough reminds me that, sometimes, I just have to wait for it all to come clear.
We pull off the road for what is briefed as a five-minute stretch stop that just happens to be scenic, too. Of course, you can’t get 30 people off and on a bus inside five minutes, much less troop them all along a path made treacherous with photographic opportunities, even on an overcast day that is threatening rain. But we get the point – we’re en route to a tightly scheduled appointment with an even more scenic cruise at Milford Sound, so we can’t dilly dally.
As I walk along the boardwalk, I catch glimpses of water through the trees: small enough bodies of water that I’d be tempted to call them sloughs, albeit without the usual attendant scum. But nothing spectacular. What are we here for, again?
Then I walk around a bend, and the trees break just where the water widens. Et voilí ! Now I see why they call these ponds the Mirror Lakes.