Nick took me over to the West Coast so we could visit with some of his friends and so I could fangirl over the abundant bird life.
We passed through Arthur's Pass and I was required to go and
squee over scientifically observe two groups of keas.
The drive from the pass to Whataroa was lovely even though it was peppered with Nick's commentary about who drove off of what cliff and who stole what from which pub and what sort of injury he sustained on which rugby field.
The man has lived a full life.
Alex napped quite a bit in the car and was pretty cheerful when he woke up. He especially enjoyed going in and out of the sliding door at our motel.
We had some awesome steak and venison for dinner and took a soak in the local hot pools.
The next morning Nick dropped me off at the foot of the Franz Joseph glacier trail.
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| Look at my smug face. I was about the hike the hell out of that terminal moraine.* |
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| Pokey ice sheets make for some interesting rock formations. |
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| We can all learn from stickman's misfortunes. |
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| The glacier in all its bumpy majesty. |
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| Another view of the glacier with the dirty bits at the bottom. No one said nature was tidy. |
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| Behold the abrasive power of slow moving ice! |
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| The shy Tomtit. |
*Nick would like you to know that he taught me about "terminal moraines." Apparently his geography teacher was a bit obsessed with them.
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