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Some how this sign reminded me of going outside and asking the weatherman (who is standing next to you) whether it was raining or not.

Somewhere south of Raglan. Desolate, Desolate, Desolate. We had seen an odd helicopter flying around the day before. On this day we ran across search and rescue in a meadow on the hunt for it. Turned out the richest kid in New Zealand had gone missing on the way to New Plymouth.

We didn't even think of surfing here but it was still really boss.