[update: added panorama and a couple other photos]
We took our time in the morning getting up and out. Wednesday had been a long day and we needed the rest. Plus we figured we were letting the first wave of annoying tourists crash through the Fox Glacier park. When we got there it was indeed crowded but not so bad. A well-worn path led from the large car park 
up to the “terminal face” of the glacier along a lively river (coming from the glacier, carrying curiously GREY water). One the way we had to cross two streams … Fording raging, boulder-strewn streams is not Sharon’s forte; her stubby little legs just aren’t suited for hopping from rock to slippery rock. She made it over though (hooray!) and the glacier was big and green/blue and dirty. It was probably smoother and whiter farther upstream but that costs big bucks for the helicopter ride or big calves for the hike. We made it to the terminal face, in fact we went a bit too far by inadvertently following a guided tour group past the ropes. You can see Sharon (tiny) in the second image here, in the lower left of the image. Below is a panorama of the scene; for scale, you can again make out some people in the lower left.
We trekked back to the motorhome, did a drive-by of the other glacier 
20 minutes up the road (the small photo here), and then stopped at a lake by the road and had lunch. Then we set in for the longish drive up to Greymouth, a mix of twisty mountain roads (which Chris is quite tired of now) and flat straight runs through farmland. Our arrival in Greymouth, intended as a shopping respite for Sharon, was disappointing as all the stores were closed. It was 5:15pm, and everything was closed already. What is it with everything closing at 5pm in this country? Don’t these people need to break even? The hours aren’t even posted so they can close early. Grrrrrr. We found a jade store that was still open — staying open “late” for some lingering customers — and we picked up some swag and got the hell out of there.
We spent the night at a holiday park on Rapahoe Beach about 10 miles north of Greymouth. Our campsite backed up to the dunes and overlooked the ocean. We walked through some flax plants a few feet and were on the beach. Once again, this was a rock beach with billions of ocean-rounded rocks of all sizes. 
Sharon filled her pockets, carefully evaluating each stone. We walked a bit down the beach to the Rapahoe Hotel and Restaurant. More of a bar that happens serves food, it was filled with happily mangy locals drinking beer, playing video games and gabbing. When we walked in the way was blocked by a big golden retriever who immediately got up and plopped back down a few feet further into the bar. Stella, as she turned out to be named, was there with her family. 
Stella later molested her beloved Homer Simpson doll (note mangled head in photo). After a “jug” of beer, a whitebait sammie for Chris and fish and chips for Sharon, we walked back up the beach to our camper to watch the sun set and settle in with the ocean waves crashing by us.
Tonight is our last night in the camper and while we won’t exactly miss it, it has been very comfortable and we’ve not come even close to killing each other. Chris is a master now at driving and our last day in it will be heading across Arthur’s Pass to Christchurch where we’ll turn in the camper and catch a flight back to Auckland.