Like a voyage around the Cape of South America, Wellsford was a turning point in our trek, as we veered from Highway 1 over to 16 to begin the southerly journey back to Auckland.

The rainy sign, although not the pretty brick one we passed another 50 meters down the way.	The downtown area of Wellsford. The clouds are temporary, but the happy guy on the red sign isn't.	A wrong turn and a discovery -- is this a logging town? I don't think so, but then why so many logs?
Nothing really of great import; just a picture I took before a cop started following us...	... thus, no more pictures. Pesky cops. We had to get out of town, fast...