From my brief time in town, my impression of Kaikoura was of a township battling but enduring.
Shops and cafes were open. A few tourists were about. Surveyors were preparing to measure up South Bay and you could make it up the road to check out the old Meatworks surf break.
Various hardy souls skipped with their boards across the railway tracks separating the road and the water.
Each surfer slowed to navigate the rocks that presumably inspired Meatworks' name, before ducking into the rhythm of perfect, steady sets.
It appears Kaikoura's surfing community might actually end up benefiting from the region's post-earthquake coastline.
The same force that lifted the seabed all along the Kaikoura coast, leaving kelp and seaweed still stranded and bleaching in the sun, has made for fantastic surf conditions.
A local surf school is considering extending the local kids' surf programme to make the most of the new normal and although visiting surfers mightn't be known for outrageous spending, more visitors can surely only be a good thing.
We left town south on State Highway 1, heading south on a smoother ride, comforted that amid all the disruption and despair, maybe Mother Nature is literally giving Kaikoura a break.