More photos!

Hiya friends,

I've got some more pictures ready!  Sadly I've run out of room on my blog to upload more photos - I'm working on this issue, but for now the pictures are all on Facebook and the album should be public so anyone can see it...

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More stories to come.  New Zealand is the coolest.  This is my new favorite photo:

Dore Pass, with Sanjay.

Merry Merry Christmas!

It's that time of year again. Already? The past few days, being beautiful and sunny, have done nothing to help me remember that it's Christmas. I'm...dreaming...of a whiiite...Christmas...

Despite the surreal feeling that Christmas here means BBQs, I can embrace the change. I've got great plans to go to Lyn's place with a few other friends and have a "waifs and strays" Christmas, also known as orphan's Christmas, also known as a wonderful Christmas. We've got big plans for a local wild venison rump, local crayfish (rock lobster) tails, veg and cheese skewers, baked corn, potatoes, ambrosia, champagne, and sunshine. I'm really looking forward to the day. And for those of you curious ones, yes I will try the venison and crayfish - I still don't really like or crave meat, but I'll give it a try when it's as good and fresh as what we'll have tomorrow.

The fact that the holidays have snuck up on me means that I'm hopelessly behind on the gift thing. I did manage to get a few things off for people here, which makes my heart feel incredibly full. My flatmate Ange has been going through a bit of a rough time with her mum going through breast cancer treatment, which means lots of weekends away in Dunedin, and then working overtime in between trips. Poor thing got home a few days ago and was so tired she accidentally fell asleep. I decided she probably needs some relaxation time but won't give it to herself...so I got her a massage at the local clinic. I still haven't given it to her, but I'm hoping she'll like it. It feels good to give someone something they'll (hopefully) value, instead of just another thing to add to their possessions. Which is why food is my favorite thing to give (like the bacon, sausages, and peppermint schnapps delivered to Cory today).

So for those of you too far away for me to cook or bake for, suffice it to say that I love you all and I'm with you in spirit - I can't count the times I've wished I could share this amazing place with you all. I hope you all have wonderful holidays! Much love, K.

Michael

Every day at work our inboxes flood with emails about the Milford Track - what's the track like, how much does it cost, are there any places available, etc. - so the day I looked at Michael's email, I figured it would another one of those.  He was asking about availability on the Milford Track, he was coming to New Zealand in February with his girlfriend, he really wanted to walk the track because...his mom just died?  And it was her dream to walk it, which she finally did last year and died a few months later?  This was no longer one of those emails.  I sent him our standard letter about what to do if the Milford Track is full, because it always is, and added a little bit of sympathy for the loss of his mom.  He wrote back, entreating us again to help out in any way that we could, and even included a picture of his mom on the track and how happy she was to be there - he wanted to spread some of her ashes along the track because he felt it was a place her soul could truly rest in peace.

Well, my hands were tied.  The track was full and that was that.  I advised him again to keep checking the website, keep his plans flexible to take advantage of any spots that might come open, keep checking the website, and did I mention keep checking the website?  I felt badly not being able to do anything, and I wasn't honestly sure how good of a chance he had of finding two empty spots on the days he wanted.

Turns out he took my advice to heart and was able to jump on the opportunity when two spots did in fact open up right in the time frame he'd asked about.  He wrote me (us) an email letting me know that he'd actually been able to book the track for himself and his girlfriend - and this happened the day after his birthday..."must've been a birthday gift from my mom," he said.  He was very grateful for the chance to walk the track and the help I'd given him in getting there, and "just wanted to remind me of his story."  Well if that wasn't enough to half make me tear up at the counter, and even more so explaining my jump for joy to my coworkers.  I ended up sharing his story with all the visitor center girls, because it's nice to have positive feedback and have such an example of how people appreciate what we do and where we live.  It's so nice, in fact, that I wanted to share it with you all too, if nothing else so that you can walk away from reading this with a little smile on your face and in your heart.  With all the pain and negative in this world, it's nice to have little reminders that joy and positive happens too.
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On that note, I'm off for a couple days for an overnight kayak trip in Doubtful Sound.  I'm really looking forward to a weekend away, paddling in another new, beautiful place and spending a night sleeping on the ground outside.  I expect to come back in two days' time refreshed, and probably a bit soggy, given the rain in the forecast.  Until then...toodle-oo!

Happy Friday!

So it's really Thursday, but since I have Friday and Saturday off work...it's my Friday, baby.  And it's a rainy Thriday so it's about time to curl up with a movie and a mug of hot chocolate.

BUT FIRST.

Two fun random facts about New Zealand:

NZ's total population is about 4.4 million people, 1.4 million of which live in Auckland, another 2 million of which live on the North Island - which means that a measly million of us get the South Island all to ourselves (although we do have to share it with some 17 million sheep...).  Baaah, doesn't matter.

Lots of Maori words have a wh in them, which is pronounced like an f.  So, for example, Whangarai is pronouced fahn-gah-rai.  One of my favorites is probably "whakapapa" (fah-kah-pah-pah), which means "geneology" and is also the name of a ski area on Mt. Ruapehu.

A week of Friends.

This week has seen the most socializing I've done in a long time.  It's exhausting!  When you make friends you don't sleep, moral of the story.  I've done something every night this week - Monday basketball, Tuesday bike ride and hang out at Lindsay and Anna's place, Wednesday soccer, Thursday karaoke and then guitar at L & A's till late, Friday hike with Lyn and fall asleep early.

Best week ever.  Lyn and I have discussed this a lot - how glad we are to part of this group of people who care about each other and the Earth and being outside and good food and gardens and crafts and being together.  Everyone's got such an infectious enthusiasm for life and I find it rather wholesome.  Tim said it's quite like being back at uni but without the exams, and I think he's right on the mark.  That was what I loved about college, living in such a close to vicinity to so many friends with similar interests and goals and feeling so welcomed by them.  It's nice to belong.

So if you can't guess, things in Te Anau are swell.  Work is going well - I'm learning new things all the time but every day feeling more and more competent with questions and answers.  I've met a lot of people in my job, of course, and quite a few from the States - who always look at me strangely when I start to talk and somewhere in our conversation they can't resist mentioning that I don't sound like a Kiwi.  Some people turn out to be pretty inspirational - like the couple from Montana who sailed here on a boat from Florida and are waiting out hurricane season in NZ before sailing off to wherever they go next, or the Kiwis who are walking the whole of the Southern Alps from south to north.  There's the hut ranger on the Routeburn Track who started collecting money from walkers to fund stoat traps in the area since he's noticed a big decline in birdlife over the years, and the hut ranger on the Milford who's going to be the next face of DOC in a promo deal with Air New Zealand.  So many do-ers out there!

Even Lyn, bless her heart, is serious about getting out and about as much as possible - since we have the same days off until January, we've hatched a million and one weekend plans, which actually come to fruition because we're both keen to actually make things happen.  I wouldn't have seen half as much of the area as I have without her.

I've really come to love this area, as much for its people as for the incredible landscapes around.  The lakes are cool, the rivers are cool, the forests are cool, the birds are cool, the mountains are double cool. And there's so much of it to explore.  And so much of it to share with people.  My first visitors will be a couple friends from CC, Max and Lindsay, who are coming to Fiordland around New Years.  Woo!  Hopefully I get to show some other friends or family around too (hint, hint: come visit!)

And speaking of visiting - I'll be heading up to Taupo on the north island for a week in January to visit Cory!  He's been working as a kayak/bike/raft guide and at an outdoor store there - busy, happy, and far away.  We've already got more ideas for things to do than we'll have time for, which I'm excited about - Taupo seems to have lots of cool activities and I look forward to checking them out.  And yes, I'm taking this vacation on paid leave days from work.  Reason #2461 why I love my job.

Sending love from almost halfway between the South Pole and the equator.

Happy Thanksgiving y'all!

So many things to be thankful for today (or in my case, yesterday...).  Through the week I made a pumpkin pie entirely from scratch and brought in to work yesterday (and saved some for myself, of course) in honor of Thanksgiving.  Since I'm the only American there, I had to uphold the tradition for everyone, and my coworkers were pretty curious about how we celebrate the holiday back home.  I explained that it's a time to get together with family, play games, laugh, and eat yourselves into comas.  Don't forget the sweatpants (so your stomach has room to expand to double and triple size as you wolf down the Turkey-day delectables)!  But it's also a time to find something to be grateful for, to realize how good you've got it, to appreciate the big and little things in your life - let's not forget the origin of the traditional feast.  The pilgrims would've been SOL if not for the kindness of their neighbors (which they dismally failed to repay, but that's another story...).

The thing that's made the biggest impression on me lately is how lucky I am to be surrounded by such wonderful people.  Everyone here in Te Anau is so friendly it almost throws me off.  Lyn and I marvelled at this today - it's becoming a rare thing indeed to find a community where people genuinely care about each other and visitors, where going out of their way to help is commonplace and it's not viewed as going out of one's way so much as just helping out.  I'm glad I ended up in this incredible place, as much for the people as for the scenery and the job, and that I've had the confidence and support network to get me here.

It's days like this that make me miss all of you at home, and I hope you know that even though I'm adventuring so far away it doesn't mean I've forgotten about you all or don't care.  I read a quote earlier today that I really liked, that went something along the lines of distance becomes a small issue when you really care about someone, and while you may miss them, be thankful that you have someone as incredible as them to miss.  Such a positive way to put it, and appropriate for the theme of the day.  So thank you to all my dear friends, my wonderful boyfriend, and my lovely family who are far away - know that you're all important to me and I count myself lucky to know you.

And just because I wouldn't be the person I am today without you, mom, you get a special paragraph all to yourself.  Thank you for always being there for me and for pushing me to push myself.  I appreciate all you've done for me and love you more than I can say.  I'm proud of you.  Congrats on finally getting a new job and the new opportunity you deserve!

I love you all and hope you're enjoying your tryptophan dreams.
My 100% homemade pumpkin pie.
A final thought: love is another way to express the gratitude you feel at having someone in your life.  Also, we should have "thanksgiving" every day.

the road to milford

The road to Milford Sound is a journey in and of itself.  The 120-km (75 mi) drive takes about an hour and a half if you just drive and don't stop, but that's the kicker: it's impossible not to stop and take in the views, wander along the tracks, marvel at the diversity of the thing.  The Milford Road, like the surrounding landscape, has different personalities depending on the weather; on bluebird days, its vertical walls and snowcapped peaks will amaze, while during rain, the mountains and cliffs are laced with delicate strands of waterfalls weaving their way down from the top.  Here's my photo log of a couple trips I took up the Milford Road as part of my training for DOC.
Stormy Lake Te Anau, along the beginning of the road.
The Eglinton River valley, on a moody day.
The Eglinton valley again, looking more happy.  Me, Susanna, and Anja, the three new DOC girls!
Mirror Lakes.
Mirror Lakes.
A rare still view of Lake Gunn.
Anja, bird whisperer, making friends with a curious kea.
Roadside waterfalls.
Hollyford River - my next goal.
The valley ascending towards Homer Tunnel and, eventually, Milford Sound.
Looking back down that valley from the Homer Tunnel.
Homer Tunnel, east side.
Abundance of waterfalls on a rainy day.
The road descending from the west side of the Homer Tunnel to Milford.
Milford Sound.  As another part of our training, we went on a cruise through the Sound.
Sterling Falls in Milford Sound.
Fairy Falls getting blown away by the wind.
The entrance to the Sound from the ocean.
Sterling Falls, this time up close and personal.
Mitre Peak (1685 m / 5582 ft) and The Lion (1302 m / 4272 ft), like guards at the gate.
Mitre Peak and Sinbad Gully to the left.
More mountains along the Milford Road.
The Hollyford valley, the site of another track in Fiordland National Park.
Susanna, Anja, and yours truly, enjoying our journey on the Milford Road.
All photography copyright Kendall DeLyser.

The Milford Track

Yesterday I got back from a four-day adventure on the Milford Track.  By far the most popular track in Fiordland, it runs for 54 kilometers (33.5 miles) from the northern end of Lake Te Anau, up and over Mackinnon Pass (1154 m / 3786 ft), and down to Milford Sound.  Here's a map:
The first day of the track is relatively short - you spend 30 minutes on a bus, 75 minutes on a boat, and about an hour and a half walking to the first hut, covering a distance of 5 km (3.1 mi).
On the boat to the start of the track.
At the beginning!
The first of many swingbridges on the track, over the Clinton River.
The first day's track takes you through the beech forest.
A little side track takes you to these wetlands close to the end of the first day, near Clinton Hut.  Mt. Sentinel stands in the middle in the distance - our path for the next days winds around its left side.
The components of Clinton Hut (bunkroom, bunkroom, kitchen), the first on the Milford Track.  There are also flush toilets with cold running water, and the kitchen has gas stoves available for cooking.
Clinton Hut is where the tourists stay, with 40 beds available each night.  Since the hut was full, I stayed with the conservation ranger/hut warden Peter Jackson (not the filmmaker, but still an interesting fellow) in the private staff quarters.  Rangers on this track work for a week at a time, and since the track is relatively remote, they live at the hut for the week that they're working, and then leave to make room for their offsider for the week that they don't work.  Peter took us all on a nature walk around the hut, pointing out different types of trees, ferns, and mosses, teaching us the Maori names as well as the English ones.

The first evening it rained throughout the night, which is typical weather for Milford, but the next dawned with the promise of sunshine.  As it turned out, we didn't get rained again for the rest of the walk, but as I'm told, that's not very common.  So I got lucky.
Bianca (Netherlands) and Barbara (Canada), the two ladies I walked with, on the trail through the forest on the second day.
Clear weather over the Clinton River.
Breaking out of the trees on a side track.
The scar left by a landslide, a very common occurrence in the Milford area because the steep rock doesn't provide a very stable place for plants and trees to grow.  One good rainfall can bring the vegetation crashing down from the cliffs, leaving a barren patch that takes years to regrow.  This slip happened in 1982.
Bianca on the trail through the area cleared by the slip, making our way up the Clinton River valley.
First view of Mackinnon Pass, our obstacle for the third day.
Waterfalls into Hidden Lake.  A typical feature of the Clinton valley.
Looking back down the Clinton Valley the way we'd come.
Lunch at a dry Pompolona Creek.  Imagine this when it's been raining...
Bianca, through more ever-changing vegetation.
A little climb at the end of the second day towards Mintaro Hut.
We reached Mintaro Hut after walking 16 km (9.9 mi) early on a sunny afternoon, and since the weather's always unpredictable around Milford, we decided to head up to the saddle of Mackinnon Pass to take advantage of the clear skies and see what we could see.  The next day turned out to be clear as well, so we were blessed with an incredible view twice, once in the afternoon and then once the next morning.
Mt. Cook Lillies, high-altitude loving plants.
The view from the trail during the last part of the ascent.
The view from the top, looking down into the Arthur River valley, our destination for the next day.
Enjoying the view from the "12 Second Drop" rock.
Monument to Quintin Mackinnon, the brave man who discovered the pass and pioneered the Milford Track with Donald Sutherland.  The shoulder of Mt. Elliot (1990 m / 6529 ft) on the right.
Mt. Elliot and the Jervois Glacier.
Back at the bottom - Lake Mintaro, the source of the Clinton River, and the namesake of Mintaro Hut.
The second night, I again stayed with the ranger at Mintaro Hut, named Eddie.  He was also hosting a few others, some geologists and a DOC employee who were in the area surveying the rockslide potential around the hut to follow up on a report from a few years ago.  We had a good time sharing food and conversation.  The next morning dawned beautiful and clear, and Bianca and I took our time on top of the pass, sitting and enjoying the sun and the view.
Looking down on the saddle and the Mackinnon Monument from a little ridge.
We were entertained by the local clowns, keas - alpine parrots about the size of a cat and with as much cheeky personality.  They're smart birds and they've figured out that if they come to where the tourists are, they're bound to get attention, and probably food too.  A group of Koreans on the track with us was throwing food to the birds...grrr...but the keas might've even preferred playing with everyone's backpacks, testing everything to see if it was edible.
On top of the Mackinnon Monument.
They're not shy so it wasn't hard to get close.
A few kea that wandered towards us must have been a family - two adults and a teenager - and the parents would take turns charging the kiddo to make him fly.  They were all perched on the cliff's edge and when the youngster took to the air, he had a strong enough headwind that he'd only flap his wings a couple times before landing again.  Made for some incredible images.
Curious about my pack.
The Arthur River valley, our destination for the day, winds around the right side of the mountain.  Everything in this area was glacially carved, and the pass provided a great vantage point to admire the glaciers' work.
Mt. Elliot and the Jervois Glacier.
Top of Mackinnon Pass (1154 m / 3786 ft)!
The Clinton River valley, our path for the first two days of the track.
The descent into the Arthur valley - we had to use the emergency track (really just an alternate route) to take us farther away from Mt. Elliot and the Jervois Glacier, as they still posed a significant avalanche threat, especially with the warmer weather.
One of the many falls on the Roaring Burn, which followed us on our descent.
Barbara on a swingbridge over the Arthur River.
The Sutherland Falls (580 m / 1904 ft), the highest falls in New Zealand.  There's normally a side track that leads to the base of the falls, but it's currently closed because of a massive rockfall from high on a cliff over the trail.  As cool as it might have been to stand behind the falls, it's definitely not worth the risk of a huge rock falling on your head.
Swimming hole near Dumpling Hut at the end of the third day.  Looks appealing, but the water was freezing and the sandflies attacked in swarms.  Still, it was a refreshing, albeit very quick, dip.
The third night was an early one, as I was tired from covering 14 km (8.7 mi) of up-and-down terrain, and my feet were hurting.  Shelly, the Dumpling Hut warden, and I talked for a little while, but our yawns got the best of us around 9:30.  Just as well, because the next day I had 18 km (11.2 mi) to cover and an early start to the day to make sure I made it to the end in time to catch the ferry away from the track to the village of Milford itself, at the mouth of Milford Sound.  (Note: Milford Sound is actually a fjord.  The difference?  A fjord is a glacial valley filled with ocean water.  A sound is a sunken river valley flooded by the ocean.)
Through the rabbit hole?
Bianca on a swingbridge over the crystalline Arthur River.
Arthur River.
Beautiful Mackay Falls.
Rare blue duck, or whio (pronouced fee-oh), on Poseidon Creek.  Their Maori name comes from the strange airy whistling sound they make - it sounds like they're calling whio, whio.
The Rock Cutting, the only climb on the last day cut straight from the rock by contractors when the track was first built.  Some of the workers' names are carved into the wall.
Giant's Gate falls.  Can you find Ian in the lower righthand corner?
Cool fern.  Looks part violin part caterpillar.
At the end!
Just because it's not an adventure if nothing goes wrong...the Milford Road (back to Te Anau and home) was closed when we got off the track!  The road is heavily surveyed for avalanche and rockfall danger because it's been subject to lots of each event over the years, and it seems that while we were walking, they had spotted a worrisome rocky overhang, about the size of five rugby pitches (or football fields), that seemed poised to let go and come crashing down the mountainside onto the road at any moment.  It had previously been covered by snow and ice but the couple warm sunny days we enjoyed melted enough of the covering to expose the danger, and it seems to me that it's only a matter of time before it does all let go, seeing as it's only more snow and ice holding it together.  As it was, we all had to spend the night in Milford unless we wanted to pay for a helicopter or plane ride.  I was put in touch with Shaun, the manager of the Real Journeys cruise company, and he took good care of me - he offered me the extra room in his house and fed me until the next day, when I drove a DOC car that had been left in Milford back to Te Anau as part of a convoy they let through at 11 in the morning (before the overhanging rock had warmed up enough to melt and potentially fall).  Waiting at Shaun's house that morning before leaving, the clouds began to clear and this rainbow appeared, along with the (not so) lovely sandfly on my camera lens.

All photography copyright Kendall DeLyser