Friday, May 18, 2007

Sounds Like a Fjord to Me...

Milford Sound, New Zealand

May 18, 2007
S 44°36.165
E 167°48.666


When I was a kid, I loved going to Fairytale Town in William Land Park. The entire place was, well, a fairytale. Today, in Milford Sound, I felt like I went back to Fairytale Town all over again. However, this was definitely on a much larger scale.

The bus from the Top 10 Holiday Park made several stops along Route 94 as we made our way to Milford Sound. Each stop brought something unique to the journey—a view of the valley floor and crystal rivers, Mirror Lake, a few quick peaks of Mt. Tutoko between the clouds, and a walk through The Chasm.

As we started our drive in Te Anau lowland brush and golden grasses blanketed the countryside. However, soon after we passed through the Homer Tunnel rain loving plants were everywhere; lush, green ferns and wet, moss covered, forest hung tightly to the mountain side. Milford Sound gets 6 meters of rain a year; Te Anau only 1.5 meters, thus the extreme contrast in flora.

Out of the most spectacular stops along the way was The Chasm; located just a few kilometers east of the Homer Tunnel. A foot-path led us through a rainforest to a giant waterfall that fell into a massive, polished, chasm of bedrock. Marc said the forest was something right out of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's Lord of the Rings; he could imagine Frodo leading his team down the paths, and expected Gandalf to walk out of the forest at any moment.

Sunlight sporadically attempted to illuminate the forest; casting shadows and making it seem even more surreal. There were giant ferns, moss covered boulders, small creeks disappearing under logs and between rocks, twisted vines tumbling from the canopy above, and occasional drops of cold water fell upon our heads, seemingly to remind us this wasn’t a dream.

We arrived at Milford Sound shortly after we finished the 20-minute Chasm walk, still in awe, but ready to see more. Good thing, since the next part of the trip was on a tour boat through the Sound. This is where the magic really began. The sun finally burnt off the majority of the fog and began to shine through the remaining clouds. Milford Sound is actually a place you want it to rain, at least a little, to show off more waterfalls and a few rainbows… what else would you expect in a fairytale? A unicorn?

There were waterfalls everywhere. Some of them are known as “temporary” or “semi-temporary” because they disappear shortly after the rain stops, which isn’t very often. They even have one named Fairy Falls because of the rainbow that exists in the water—see, this place is a fairytale! Our boat got up close and personal with a few of the falls, drenching those in the bow while we stayed back and took pictures.

The fjord (actually not a sound), which was formed by a glacier millions of years ago, had dark, grayish, blue water due to the combination of salt water (from the Tasman Sea) and fresh water from the six meters of rain a year. The granite mountains bordering the enormous fjord were covered in lichen and moss. Thus, providing shrubs, ferns and trees a secure foothold to attach themselves and making everything remarkably green.

Our boat cruised along the southern side of the Sound all the way to the Tasman Sea and made its way back through the northern waters. There was something to see in every direction, every bend, every cove, every waterfall and we did our best to take it all in.

A unicorn didn’t pop-up near one of the rainbows. However, when a pod of Bottle Nose dolphins started frolicking alongside our boat, I tossed the cheese and crackers I was munching on aside, and ran to the bow of the boat. There must have been twenty, the most playful ever our guide had ever seen. They were jumping completely out of the dark water only feet from the boat, circling us and then jumping again; it was as if they knew we were watching and enjoyed entertaining us. As the last one swam away it was almost as if he hit its fin in the water one last time, waving goodbye.

Milford Sound definitely lived up to the hype we heard over the years. Everything about the day was truly spectacular—the vegetation, waterfalls, weather, the cruise through the sound/fjord and even the bus ride.

I will never forget today’s Fairytale Town, the day at Milford Sound.

Other notes: Yesterday I stated that Te Anau’s main purpose it to prep people for treks such as Routeburn and Milford Sound, but what I failed to mention is there are actually over 500 KMs, or 300 miles, of walking trails around Te Anau. It is actually considered the walking capital of the world!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Another Remarkables Day...

Te Anau, New Zealand

May 17, 2007
S 45°24.852
E 167°42.591

Hugging the lake’s edge, the road from Queenstown zigzagged around the mountain range known as The Remarkables. Again, the contrast between the sapphire lake, the granite cliffs, and the reflection of the autumn sun off the golden grass fields was as stunning as the first time we saw it. As we snatched one last look at the lake in the rearview mirror the road relaxed and took us straight for Fiordland National Park, specifically Te Anau.

In front of us were massive snowcapped mountains as far as the eye could see. The granite was glistening against the blue skies in the foreground. Behind the mountain range were dark, heavy clouds surely bringing more rain and snow.

The drive to Te Anau from Queenstown was a remarkably easy 187 KM. We arrived at the Te Anau Top 10 Holiday Park, arranged a bus and boat cruise tour of Milford Sound for tomorrow, and immediately set out to check out the quaint and very quiet town of Te Anau.

Te Anau has its purpose, a starting point for those going to Fiordland National Park and people who are heading out on the many treks in the area. The main street is lined with travel agents, internet cafes, tourist knick knack shops and little cafes conducive to resting an achy body after a trip through the mountains. However, being the “off season,” the town seemed almost deserted, with the exception of a sheep-dog in the back of his pick-up and a few wandering backpackers; we felt like we had the town to ourselves.

We were tempted to tackle the Milford or Routeburn Treks. However, after visiting the Te Anau Department of Conservation and hearing stories from a couple that attempted Milford yesterday and had to retreat to emergency shelter last night due to intense snow, rain and wind… enough said, we decided to play it safe. Hiking this time of year in Fiordland is equivalent to backpacking through Mt. Hood or the Sierra Nevada Mountains in late November—not very smart.

We’re off to Milford Sound tomorrow, supposedly the most beautiful area in all of New Zealand… lots of hype, hopefully it will live up to it’s reputation. We’ll let you know.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Sunshine Beach, but Where's the Sun?

Queenstown, New Zealand

May 16, 2007
S 45°01.591
E 168°38.987

The gray clouds covering the sky helped us make our plans for the day. We decided to go for a nice long walk around the lake that might be in the rain, but we wouldn’t hike to the top of Ben Lomand due to the unpredictable and potentially dangerous weather.

We headed out through town and followed a trail meters off the water. We decided to head west since the rest of our explorations have been to the east of the lake. When we got on the outskirts of the city we found a trail for Sunshine Bay—exactly what we were looking for.

With white-caps and waves breaking along the shoreline to our left, we walked 5 KM along a comfortable trail to Sunshine Bay. When we arrived we sat down on the pebble beach, not another person in sight, and pulled on our jackets to protect us from the wind. The sun was no where to be found, and the temperatures were significantly cooler as the wind ripped off of the lake biting our faces. Even without the sun, the vacant beach was a beautiful spot to absorb the scenery around Queenstown. The indigo blue lake, dense forests, and high mountain peaks never lose their beauty, making it easy to understand how this quaint little town is one of New Zealand’s top tourist destinations.

We head out to Te Anua tomorrow and then to Milford Sound in Fiordland National Park on Friday.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Who Wants an Adrenaline Rush???

Queenstown, New Zealand

May 15, 2007
S 45°01.591
E 168°38.987

Queenstown is the adventure sport center of New Zealand. If you want an adrenaline rush, this is the place to come. We aren’t big adrenaline junkies, but today was our day to explore our options, see if there was anything worth risking life and limb for in seek of adventure.

We decided to hit the infamous Queenstown gondola and then take a zip down hill on the luge. We took the Gondola ride up to 2300 feet and decided to explore the area first. There were a few trails and we figured a good walk was the best way to warm up since it was a few degrees cooler at the top of the mountain.

We hit the fork in the road between two trails and contemplated heading out on the Ben Lomand trail, not quite sure of the distance. Luckily, we bumped into a couple of mountain bikers who told us the trail was 1 ½ hours one way. The trail led to snow covered peaks across the vast valley; we didn’t have water, rain gear, gloves or hats, so we wisely decided to turn around and tackle the more subdued Skyline Circuit.

Right after I took a picture of Marc at the Ben Lomand lookout I realized my gondola and luge ticket fell out of my pocket. I quickly panicked since I obviously didn’t want to buy another one ($30). I tucked the ticket into my bag, in a convenient location, for easy access when necessary. Obviously, the access was too easy since it fell out, presumably somewhere along the trail.

The trail was filled with pine needles and it appeared the forest had recently been pruned—there was brush everywhere. Finding the ticket would be like finding a needle in a hay stack! We went down the trail the way we came, after searching for about 20 minutes Marc was ready to give up, but I knew I would find the ticket. After scanning the trail for another 10 minutes and making my way back to the Ben Lomand lookout where I took the picture of Marc, I found the ticket! I was very relieved.

After the relief of finding my ticket we headed straight for the luge. We heard great things about the luge from several people, most recently from Shelby who claimed it gave her and Dustin perma-smiles. The first time down was on the scenic route, a requirement for first-timers. It was fun, but nothing compared to the second, more advanced route. The experienced course had bumps that send you flying through the air, getting the funny feeling in your stomach, like on a roller coaster—I loved it. Whew, I yelled as I hit the second bump. Now I know what Shelby was talking about!

Maybe the luge isn’t an extreme sport like bungee jumping, but it did get our adrenaline going and provided a good amount of entertainment for the afternoon.

Other news: After several conversations with Marc that only included “Huh?!” or “What?!” I finally went to the doctor today. Using a set of crocodile tweezers the doctor retrieved the T-tube that was surgically inserted in my ear-drum about 8 years ago and was now lodged in my ear canal, preventing me from hearing. It will most likely take a few more days until my hearing is back, but I think we’re on the right track.

Just an FYI… my first experience with socialized medicine wasn’t too bad. Fast, effective and fairly inexpensive ($75 USD).

Monday, May 14, 2007

Rainbows and Waterfalls... All in a Days Drive!

Queenstown, New Zealand

May 14, 2007


I don’t like repeating myself everyday, saying how beautiful and pristine everything in New Zealand is, but it really is. Everyday brings something new, even as we drive down the highway to our next destination.

Today we drove around two beautiful lakes—Lake Wanaka and Lake Hawea. The bright indigo lakes were encircled by golden hay colored mountains, splashed with grey shadows from the dense white clouds passing overhead. A few of the highest mountain peaks had a powdered sugar dusting of snow, other crests were still waiting for their first sprinkle, to prove that Winter was indeed on its way.

After an intense rain during a good portion of our drive, the clouds parted, allowing a glimpse of blue sky; revealing a massive rainbow that sank perfectly into the lake ahead of us. We quickly pulled over for a photo opportunity, but I think rainbows tend to be dreamlike and are best captured with memories, rather than cameras.

In the foreground, the rough shrubbery varied in shades of green from mint, to sea-foam, to a deep, dark green against the blue background of the lake. As we turned the corner, away from one lake and towards the other, the mountainside was burnt orange against the granite. We weren’t sure if it was shrubbery or a type of moss growing on the side of the towering mass.

Hawks floated over empty pastures, barely moving their wings, before diving down to feast on a piece of road-kill—usually the dreaded Australian possums. The hawk wouldn’t even look up from its meal as we zoomed by.

The rain came down hard at times, causing waterfalls to seeming sprout from the mountain side, but the weather didn’t prevent us from taking in the beauty at every single turn along the twisty highway. We continued to marvel all the way to Queenstown where we’ll spend the next three nights.

24x7x365:

It has been awhile since we’ve done a 24x7x365 update, but one thing hasn’t changed—we are still together. The holiday parks in New Zealand do provide us opportunities to do our own thing for part of the day. For example, since we use communal showers, we are separated during shower time.

One thing that has definitely changed in the past few weeks is the conversation. Since I’ve been having problems with the tube that’s was inserted in my ear a couple years ago I’m now deaf in my left ear, or pretty close. Marc now has to repeat almost everything he says, and since I already have to repeat everything I say for Marc at least once, we figure our conversation has increased threefold since my latest ear problem. The good thing is… I can read lips. “Whew, I am talked out,” says Marc.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Another Day, Another Glacier...

Franz Joseph, New Zealand

May 13, 2007
S 43°23.247
E 170°10.911

Glacier County in New Zealand gets an average of 284 days of rain a year. However, we’ve been treated to two of the 81 days it doesn’t rain out of the year. This provided us spectacular views of both glaciers in the remote south—Franz Joseph Glacier and Fox Glacier, and wonderful day hikes to explore the areas surrounding the glaciers.

After exploring Franz Joseph yesterday, we set out on a 22 KM drive south to Fox Glacier. We decided to do a day trip instead of trying to cram the views into our driving day tomorrow. This allowed us to walk the trail to the bottom of the glacier, viewing its lovely ice blue peaks, resembling a crashing wave, from up close. Similar to yesterday, the temperature quickly decreased the closer we got to the icy mountain. The wind picked up, adding an extra chill, as it whipped off the glacier.

The two glaciers were similar, both massive mountains of ancient ice, but each unique in its own way. The deep blue colors of Fox didn’t exist yesterday on Franz Joseph; yet France Joseph’s size and scale was overwhelming.

The immensity, in size and mass, of both glaciers is hard to comprehend, but at the same time it’s incredible to fathom they are receding at approximately 1 meter per day; nearly 4 American football fields per year. We’re happy we had the opportunity to explore them and enjoy their natural beauty while they still exist.

We made our way back to the Franz Joseph Top 10 Holiday Park along the curvy roads in time to do laundry, relax, and play a little air hockey in the game room. Final Score: Marc 7 – Laura 5… the terms and conditions of a possible rematch are under discussion.

Tomorrow we continue our journey south towards Queenstown.