Brent & Claire Ruru

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9/8/19 Nothing in the world feels particularly necessary when you sit in awe. Or thaw …

To the backbone of the Southern Alps we head.
Towards Aoraki/Mount Cook National Park.

Turn right after the Mount Cook airport and the meandering road for about 6 kilometres, takes you to the Tasman Lake within the Aoraki/Mount Cook National Park (South Island, New Zealand).

Tasman Glacier … sadly receding.

This proglacial lake is formed by the retreating Tasman Glacier.

Looking down upon the reflective water was just superb. To view the floating bergs from the waters edge, where the clear ice tombed rocks pending melting, just beautiful.

As parts of bergs broke away, they were sucked towards the outlet, to enter a current that would ramble them towards the Pacific Ocean.

This is the true Alps to Ocean beginning and, submerge any part of exposed skin into the liquid, numbness is instantaneous.

The way we see an image depends upon the lens we view the subject through … and nothing in the world feels particularly necessary when you sit in awe.

Or thaw.

Certainly worth the journey.

THE COOK AND THE HOOKER

Have you ever met a cook who has never ever prepared one single meal and, lives with a hooker?

T4 - Uncle B, Deagan, Jayla, Auntie CWaitangi weekend had us pointing our noses south to again spend time with whanau-in-laws at Twizel.

 

 

T8 - On the road to Mt CookAn 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.

 

T9 - Lavendar Farm

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T22The 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.

 

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T50Activity 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.

MOUNTING MOUNT HERBERT

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.

MH2Walking through a plantation after leaving Orton Bradley Park.

MH3What is it?

MH15Now that looks like fun at height!

MH18A dream can always be realised if you keep going, no matter the obstacle :0)

MH19Apartment living, insect style.

MH22Too much sun for this lazy cow!

MH25Which is the rock and which is the foot print thinking a cow shit pad was a rock … clever photography though, same finger used twice!

MH26Must get some walking shoes/boots as the toe nails were stink.

MH28View from Mt Herbert shelter toward Christchurch.

MH29The hills are alive with the sound of ‘yeeooowwww’ as this is gorse in full bloom. And it’s prickly so bloomin hurts!

MH31An extinct volcano of Lyttelton harbour.

MH35Looking south toward Lake Forsyth where big eels live!

MH36Cuddle at 919 metres :0)

MH38Last glimpse of awe – some – awe.

MH39Reflection of the top.

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JAUNT, JAUNDICE AND JOINTS

Bell Hill Walk1Jaunt, 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!


Bell Hill Walk2Bell Hill Walk4 Bell Hill Walk3

 

 

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