While driving coast-to-coast in the South Island of New Zealand I stumbled across a beautiful landscape of wind-swept limestone boulders. The rolling grassy hills were dry and brown from the winter weather, making the grey stone appear all the more out of place, as if they simply dropped from the sky and scattered over the land. I stopped the car and hiked up a small trail into and amongst the forest of stone, climbing over, under, and through the rock in an undirected wander.