Have you ever met a cook who has never ever prepared one single meal and, lives with a hooker?
Waitangi weekend had us pointing our noses south to again spend time with whanau-in-laws at Twizel.
An opportunity in tune with our pursued habits to venture out onto the landscape was one not to be missed notching up. Aoraki / Mount Cook, where at its base to the west, is the Hooker Glacier.
The 90 minute walk was easy and certainly popular. Finding a solitude spot to eat the fuel carried and view the 3,724 metre mountain was unanimous – noise from the glacier headwaters muffled human chit chat.
Activity of late has been restricted to that of which accommodates the healing of the shoulder. Making memories of this type, was something welcomed with open arms. Okay, with one good arm in my situation.
The cook and the hooker – a co-habitation relationship you have just got to meet.
At 919 metres, Mount Herbert is the highest point on Banks Peninsula. The Maori name is Te Ahu Pātiki.
A nice day climb to view Pantagonia from. Accessed from Orton Bradley Park – watch out for rocks that are crusted cow shit pads, and the sea of yellow is very prickly.
Stunning views of mountains, plains and water … right on our back door step.
Walking through a plantation after leaving Orton Bradley Park.
What is it?
Now that looks like fun at height!
A dream can always be realised if you keep going, no matter the obstacle :0)
Apartment living, insect style.
Too much sun for this lazy cow!
Which is the rock and which is the foot print thinking a cow shit pad was a rock … clever photography though, same finger used twice!
Must get some walking shoes/boots as the toe nails were stink.
View from Mt Herbert shelter toward Christchurch.
The hills are alive with the sound of ‘yeeooowwww’ as this is gorse in full bloom. And it’s prickly so bloomin hurts!
An extinct volcano of Lyttelton harbour.
Looking south toward Lake Forsyth where big eels live!
Cuddle at 919 metres :0)
Last glimpse of awe – some – awe.
Reflection of the top.
Jaunt, jaundice and joints – that is what you get when you do a 12km walking jaunt and there is a 1000 metre ascent straight up at the start … tripping up and landing on your left butt cheek (BClaire) to have a jaundice patch appear the size of ya hand … and both not moving the best having sore joints the day after because we are old.
Jeez, stupidity is no joke!