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.
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.