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Lake Tekapo and Pounamu

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Lake Tekapo

On our final days in New Zealand, we made our way back up the South Island via Tekapo. This little place is about halfway between Queenstown and Christchurch and is known for being an area of low light pollution. If you’ve ever seen the photos of a night full of stars and an old church in the foreground, this is probably the place. 

Coming out of Queenstown, George the bus driver had the greatest sayings. I spent much of the four-hour ride to Tekapo writing down as many of his sayings as possible. I also heard him pronounce Tekapo the way I should have been saying it all along, ”tee-cuh-poo”…flashes of a teeny gray poodle in a pink bone-china teacup cross my mind just about every time I say it.

Regarding the vineyards all around the South Island, George told us about a winery that needed harvesters, so the owner offered a bottle of wine for anyone who came to help harvest, “Just one bottle mind you. And blow me down. He got 90 helpers!” Pinot Noir is found in Central Otago, and Sauvignon Blanc in the Marlborough Region…two favorites. Next time, we’ll do a vineyard tour, maybe help in the harvesting.

Rows of grapevines in a Vineyard in Central Otago, New Zealand
Rows of grapevines in a Central Otago vineyard, New Zealand.

We passed the first bungee jump location near Queenstown, “where you can stretch yer bones,” George said. And nearby, you can pan for gold…another next time!

Our bus broke down on the way to Tekapo. George called for help and we waited. Each bus that passed stopped to see if they could help. One bus took some passengers with a flight to catch in Christchurch. The rest of us sat on the roadside, with our luggage, watching the clouds pass over the beautiful New Zealand land. Our replacement bus came within an hour to drive us into Tekapo.

We checked in to a dated hotel, and made our way over the bridge to see The Church of the Good Shepherd on Lake Tekapo. This 1935 stone church is often photographed with starlight behind. Close by is a monument to the hard-working dogs “without the help of which the grazing of this mountain country would be impossible”. I was surprised to see a Gaelic phrase on the inscription:  Beannachdan Air Na Cu Caorach…Blessings on the sheepdogs.  

The stone Church of the Good Shepherd on the banks of Lake Tekapo, New Zealand
The stone Church of the Good Shepherd on the banks of Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
Monument to the working dogs of the Mackenzie Basin, Tekapo, New Zealand
Monument to the working dogs of the Mackenzie Basin, Tekapo, New Zealand.

We ate a hearty dinner, watched the sunset, and walked awhile before bed. I got up several times in the night to go out and gaze at the stars in a mostly cloudy sky. I had seen photos of the Aurora Australis, the Southern Lights, here…and oh how tight my fingers were crossed every time I stepped out the door that night. But once again, the Polar Lights eluded me. In the hours before dawn, I walked to the Church to see the sunrise. I sat on a boulder and watched the ripples in the water reflecting the pink and orange sky. Such pink, and peace.

A bridge at dawn in Tekapo, New Zealand
The footbridge over Scott Pond at dawn in Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
The Church of the Good Shepherd at Lake Tekapo New Zealand, selected for its clear atmosphere, large number of clear sky nights, and relative freedom from light pollution, Mount John University Observatory is located on a small hill to the north. This area has been declared a Dark-Sky Reserve, one of only four in the world.
The Church of the Good Shepherd at Lake Tekapo New Zealand. Mount John University Observatory is located on a small hill to the north. Selected for its clear atmosphere, high number of clear sky nights, and freedom from light pollution, this area has been declared a Dark-Sky Reserve, one of only four in the world. 

 

 

Pink sunrise on Lake Tekapo, New Zealand
Pink sunrise on Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.

Pounamu

Before leaving Queenstown, I made a touristy purchase at Global Culture—three small plain pieces of New Zealand jade on a leather cord. Jade is called pounamu, or greenstone, in New Zealand. It originates in the rivers of an area in the southwest known as Te Wahipounamu, Māori for “the place of greenstone”. This special area contains four national parks (Aoraki/Mt. Cook, Mt. Aspiring, Fiordland, and Westland) and owns superlatives like: 

  • the largest and least modified area of New Zealand’s natural ecosystem with diverse vegetation that is essentially in pristine condition
  • having the largest and most significant population of forest birds in the country and home to many indigenous animals
  • the area least populated with humans
  • one of the most seismically active regions in the world.

A piece of pounamu binds one to this place.

It is said that greenstone is not found, but reveals itself. That’s a good thing, since greenstone is within nondescript boulders and rocks that are difficult to identify as pounamu without cutting open the host stone. In the river, the stone is always moving. It, like a fish—or us—is on a journey. 

I sat there on a boulder that morning in Tekapo, feeling the greenstones around my neck, smooth and comforting. A few days later, I held my greenstones as the airplane wheels left the ground of New Zealand. Will they miss it here? Will they bring me strength, peace as I roll along? Will they bring me back? I hope so. 

Calm Lake Tekapo, New Zealand
Calm Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.

 

 

In 1935, the builders of the Church were instructed that the site was to be left undisturbed and that even the matagouri bushes surrounding the building were to remain.
In 1935, the builders of the Church were instructed that the site was to be left undisturbed and that even the matagouri bushes surrounding the building were to remain.
Peaceful morning on the shores of Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
Peaceful morning on the shores of Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
Dawn at the Church of the Good Shepherd, Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.Dawn at the Church of the Good Shepherd, Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
Dawn at the Church of the Good Shepherd, Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
From the Scott Pond bridge, overlooking the Church of the Good Shepherd and Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.
From the Scott Pond bridge, overlooking the Church of the Good Shepherd and Lake Tekapo, New Zealand.

 

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Next stop…Australia!

Mt. Cook, Lindis Pass, and Next Time

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Another day, another drive!

This time, we were on our way to see Aoraki / Mt. Cook, the highest mountain in New Zealand at more than 12,200 feet. Today’s driver guide, Stuart, had a teacher’s way with his old-timer’s knowledge of the land, its nature, and the country ways. We spent 7 hours on the bus to and from Mt. Cook village (160 miles each way). It was not nearly enough time to explore the area. Once again, we had to reassure ourselves with “Next time.”

Lake Pukaki

Stuart knew a lot about geology. He told us that New Zealand was the only above-water land on the 8th continent, Zealandia. He explained the moraines that formed the valley and the glacial flour that made Lake Pukaki so unbelievably blue. There were sky blue dollops, within turquoise blue pools and aquamarine patches in Lake Pukaki. I’ve never seen water that blue in all my life. It would have been grand to spend a whole week on those shores, watching the lake change shades of blue in the light, and trying to think of all the words in the world for this Lake Pukaki blue. Next time.

Driver/Guide Stuart takes photos for passengers on the banks of baby blue Lake Pukaki, New Zealand
Driver/Guide Stuart takes photos for passengers on the banks of baby blue Lake Pukaki, New Zealand.

Animals of (and not of) New Zealand

Stuart knew a lot about sheep farming. He told us about Shrek the Sheep who avoided shearing for 6 years by hiding out in the mountains. Poor old Shrek was so matted and “wool blind” by the time they got him that he had to be carried down the mountain. When he was at long last shorn, his wool made enough yarn for 20 large men’s suits.

Stuart knew a lot about herding dogs. He explained the difference between “heading dogs—silent, obsessive, steely-gazed herders” and “huntalongs who walk with the farmer–speaking as often as necessary.” Stuart told us about the Country Calendar TV show that documents rural life in New Zealand. I watched a few episodes in New Zealand, and…next time, I’d love to spend some time with the sheep, the headings, and the huntalongs. The Country Calendar program is not fully available outside New Zealand, but I found an episode featuring the group Retired Working Dog Adoption NZ.

Stuart knew a lot about non-endemic plants and animals:  like the pine trees we saw cut and stacked as wind row fences, and like the rabbits and deer we saw in the fields. Rabbits were first introduced to New Zealand in the 1830s. With few natural enemies, the rabbits over-populated and are periodically culled. New Zealand also has deer over-population, said to have started when deer were gifted to the country for hunting stock. The rabbits and deer compete with the sheep for grass, and in the winter of 1890, it came to a critical head. There was not enough fodder for the sheep, who were left on the fields. When the snow accumulated that year, in one of the harshest winters ever recorded, there was not enough labor to dig the sheep out of the snow in the fields. It’s estimated that 45,000 sheep died. Horrible. But It doesn’t seem fair that rabbits and deer take all the blame. They are not responsible for sheltering sheep, or for not hiring enough people to bring them in. And hey, sheep are not native to New Zealand either.

Kiwis are endemic. And they are endangered because of loss of habitat and non-native predators. In a cruel design twist for a bird, they cannot fly. They lay eggs that are very large in comparison to their chicken-like body size. They have hair-like feathers, and an unusually good sense of smell for a bird (presumably to make up for being nearly blind). These flightless quirky birds can live to be 60-years old. Many live in captivity–to save them, and/or to make a few bucks showing them off to tourists. There is one group called Kiwis for Kiwi that helps birds safely hatch and make it to adulthood before releasing them into nature with their project Operation Nest Egg.  

Cromwell and the Golden Kiwi

We passed Jones Family Fruit Stall in Cromwell twice that day, stopping both times for fresh fruit and sampling. Did you know there is a golden kiwi? We sampled the green and golden kiwis side-by-side at Jones. The golds look almost the same from the outside, maybe a little less hairy. On the inside, golden kiwis look less seedy than the traditional green variety, and I found them to be a bit sweeter. 

Colorful baskets of fruit, fresh from the farm at Jones Family Fruit Stall in Cromwell, New Zealand.
Colorful baskets of fruit, fresh from the farm at Jones Family Fruit Stall in Cromwell, New Zealand. Funny how pine cones sort of resemble pineapples…

Mt. Cook and Sir Edmund Hillary

And as we got closer to Aoraki / Mount Cook, Stuart turned our attention to Sir Edmund Hillary and mountain climbing. Mt. Cook is considered an assessment and practice mountain for those wanting to climb Everest. According to New Zealand’s tourism site, “Mt Cook is a technically challenging mountain. Its level of difficulty is often underestimated. The climb crosses large crevasses, and involves risks of ice and rock falls, avalanches, and rapidly changing weather conditions.” The mountain lost nearly 100 feet in height in 1991 because of a large rock fall that reshaped the summit.

Sir Edmund Hillary—or “Hilly” as they call him here–was born in Auckland. In college, he joined the Tramping Club and studied math. But he dropped-out to keep bees with his family in summers and hone his climbing skills in winters. Hilly made his first ascent of Mt Cook in January 1948, and a month later was the first to top the South Ridge (now known as Hillary Ridge). Of course, in 1953, Hilly was the first to summit Mt. Everest with Tenzing Norgay. New Zealand is quite proud of their native son and he occupies their colorful five-dollar note, sharing it with images of Mt.Cook and the endangered Hoiho penguin.

We spent only a few hours in Mt. Cook Village. A month would not have been enough time. Next time. But my, what a fine, fresh smell. What is it about mountains? Is it the juniper, the grasses on the surrounding slopes? Or is it just the smell of altitude. I stared and stared at those mountains, trying to see the knife-edge ridge of Mt. Cook’s summit through the thick cloud cover. Sometimes, I was allowed a one-second glimpse of snow-capped mountain tops. Was that Mt. Cook? 

A path to the trail to Aoraki / Mt. Cook, Southern Alps, New Zealand
A path to the trails to Aoraki / Mt. Cook, Southern Alps, New Zealand.
Rooftops of cabins with Aoraki / Mt. Cook mountain behind clouds, New Zealand
Cabin rooftops at Aoraki / Mt. Cook Village, New Zealand.
Aoraki / Mt Cook Village, with a view to a campervan on a valley road, New Zealand
Aoraki / Mt Cook Village, with a view to a campervan miniaturized on a valley road, New Zealand.

Lindis Pass

Of all the places we saw this day, I’d most like to spend more time around Lindis Pass. As we drove into this quiet, treeless landscape, Stuart pointed out that early settlers had burned large swaths of tussock around the Pass, destroying the underlying ecosystem. Today, there are miles and miles of rolling green land, rolling and rolling and rolling….like a worn-thin green velvet blanket draped over jade stones, in places rubbed smooth from a worrying thumb.  There was something so peaceful and empty and raw about that landscape. A draw-in-your-breath kind of beauty. Respect. Silence. 

Next time.

The landscape at Lindis Pass, New Zealand
The landscape at Lindis Pass, New Zealand. A selection of my New Zealand prints can be purchased on Etsy.
Lindis Pass tussock on the South Island of New Zealand
Lindis Pass tussock on the South Island of New Zealand.
The road through Lindis Pass, New Zealand
The road through Lindis Pass, New Zealand.
Lovely Lindis Pass, New Zealand
Ridges in a valley in lovely Lindis Pass, New Zealand.

If you are going to New Zealand, we have unused bus pass hours for two people for sale at a discount. We have 17 hours each for 2 people which is a $175 USD ($260 NZD) total value. We’re selling the hours for $150 USD total. Payment can be made via Paypal, and with a quick name transfer at InterCity.co.nz, the passes will be yours. The pass hours are good for these GreatSights bus or Interislander ferry services. Travel has to be completed by January 5, 2019 or I’d be keeping this for our next trip! Comment or message me if you’re interested! 

The Divide and Milford Sound, New Zealand

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Queenstown to Milford Sound

To get from Queenstown to Milford Sound is not as easy as it might look on a bird’s map. The two towns are only about 40 miles apart, but it’s 40 miles over the the Southern Alps’ Main Divide. For those of us without wings, our road is 180 miles and a ~4 hour trip each way. On our day trip to Milford Sound, we were lucky to have Greg as our GreatSights bus driver / tour guide. When Greg saw my camera (or maybe it was Bryan’s beer t-shirt?), he invited us to sit in the front row so that I could more easily move into the front door’s jump seat for good photos at key viewing points. 

Reflection in Mirror Lakes, in Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand
Reflection in Mirror Lakes, Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand.
Sky and Mountains reflecting in Mirror Lakes, in Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand
Sky and Mountains reflecting in Mirror Lakes, Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand.

Like all of the bus drivers, Greg knew his New Zealand. He told us so many things about his country…I couldn’t write fast enough to get them all down and ended up with fragments like “can’t chop fallen trees”. We stopped several times that day for sights, and for bathroom breaks, or as Greg said in his sparkling wit, “to spend a penny”. Roadside sights included Mirror Lakes, a river near Livingstone which Greg assured us was 100% pure to drink from “just like the ads said”, and the Chasm. The Chasm is a dramatic and deep gap where the water of the Cleddau River falls, swirls and bubbles down among the sculpted rocks and caverns beneath two viewing bridges.

100% Pure New Zealand, Fiordland National Park
A 100% pure New Zealand river, in Fiordland National Park. 

We passed a marker indicating we were at 45 degrees South, the halfway-point between the Equator and the South Pole. How lucky and strange if felt to see that, remembering that I’d been at 45 degrees North in November with my mother somewhere in Oregon! What a big wide world.

The Divide

We were on our way to Milford Sound. A place that has been called the 8th wonder of the world. Equally impressive and awesome was The Divide, and the Homer Tunnel that goes through to Milford Sound. We were passing through the Fiordland National Park, the land becoming rocky, dramatic, treeless, and dwarfing our bus. Greg explained that the Divide runs from Greymouth to Invercargill and that the area around Fiordlands has more earthquakes than anywhere else in New Zealand because it sits on three fault lines. He reassured us that *only* 2,000 quakes were actually felt in 2016, the rest were imperceptible. The bus was all whispers and shutters snapping as we made our way into the valley between the rock mountains. The tops of those mountains were only visible if you stretched your head to your knees to look up out your window, or if you looked straight up, out the thoughtfully-planned glass roof of the GreatSights bus. We slowed to get in the queue for the Homer Tunnel.

South Island roads are different. Allow more time. The Divide, South Island, New Zealand.
“South Island roads are different. Allow more time.” Yes, indeed! The Divide, South Island, New Zealand.
Queuing for the Homer Tunnel, Fiordland National Park, New Zealand
Queuing for the Homer Tunnel, Fiordland National Park, New Zealand

Greg told us the story of the tunnel as we waited to go into the tiny entryway. The Homer Tunnel is a 0.75 mile-long tunnel through solid rock. Construction began in 1935 with a team of just 5 men with pickaxes. Other men joined them, and working in tough conditions, they managed to break through to the other side in only 5 years. However, it took much longer to widen and complete the tunnel because of World War II, and an avalanche in 1945. The tunnel finally opened in 1954 after 19 years of construction. It is wide enough for a bus and a car to pass each other, but lights regulate a one-way flow of traffic.

We entered the mouse hole and felt the road begin its steep decline, the wet tunnel walls so very close to the bus windows. Greg told us that this area receives an astounding 39+ feet of rain every year. As we exited the tunnel and saw the breathtaking steep road winding down into the Cleddau Valley, Greg’s voice quaked in pride, “It makes me the luckiest man in the world to have this as my workplace…imagine this on a rainy day when the sun breaks through, water pouring off these mountain walls like a champagne waterfall. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ll ever see.”

"Imagine this a champagne waterfall on a rainy day!" Fiordland National Park, New Zealand
“Imagine this on a rainy day, when the sun breaks through, water pouring off these mountain walls like a champagne waterfall!” Looking back up at the tunnel’s exit awning. Fiordland National Park, New Zealand.
The Chasm and tiny people looking in. New Zealand.
The Chasm with people on a footbridge looking in. New Zealand.

Milford Sound

Milford Sound, or the sing-song Piopiotahi in Maori, is grand, is moody, and is all the things you’ve ever heard describing it. Our 2+ hour lunch cruise took us out past forested fiord mountains, low-flying clouds, deep blue-gray water, and a hard-misting rain. Everything seemed black and white, unnaturally quiet, and Jurassic. We were nothing there on that water, just dots on a dot, on a trickle of water running between those ancient mountains. We passed through the bad weather into the blue skies of the Tasman Sea at the end of fiord. The boat came back into a completely different weather system, sunny and lighthearted now instead of the moody Milford we’d felt on the way out. Dolphins passed our boat from behind, criss-crossing in front like it was a race. Young male seals watched us as we watched them. The cruise captain stuck the nose of the boat under a waterfall, rainbows shooting out in the water droplets blowing back over the boat. Small prop planes took off over us giving bird’s-eye view tours.

My favorite part of this day will always be the image of a champagne waterfall in the Divide, and the shaky voice of a proud Kiwi describing the incredible view he is lucky to see every day.

Moody Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Moody Milford Sound, New Zealand.
The Tasman Sea at the end of Milford Sound, New Zealand
The Tasman Sea at the end of Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Waterfalls and clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Waterfalls and clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Clouds beginning to lift out of Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Planes going out in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Plane going out in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
The green and grey waterfall drama of The Divide, South Island New Zealand
The green and grey waterfall drama of The Divide, South Island New Zealand.
The Divide, South Island New Zealand
The Divide, South Island New Zealand.

 

If you are going to New Zealand, we have unused bus pass hours for two people for sale at a discount. We have 17 hours each for 2 people which is a $175 USD ($260 NZD) total value. We’re selling the hours for $150 USD total. Payment can be made via Paypal, and with a quick name transfer at InterCity.co.nz, the passes will be yours. The pass hours are good for these GreatSights bus or Interislander ferry services. Travel has to be completed by January 5, 2019. Comment or message me if you’re interested!

To read more about New Zealand’s bus tours and ferry rides, please see these posts:
Bus to Queenstown
Ferry to the South Island

The Franz Josef Glacier

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“South Island roads are different. Allow more time.”

We exited the splendid TranzAlpine train from Christchurch at Greymouth and now boarded an InterCity bus to see the Franz Josef Glacier. We chose to leave the driving to someone else and purchased InterCity bus passes online. Bus passes are sold by hour packages, for example a 15-hour pass could take you on a 7 hour trip, the 7 hour return, and give you an hour left over. With a simple bus pass code, we scheduled our travel online. Easy, peasy. Together, InterCity, GreatSights and Gray Line connect locals and travelers all over New Zealand, with special coach buses to and from key scenic destinations. The bus drivers are country-proud Kiwis, serving as tour guides in addition to driver, conductor, and baggage handler. There are bathrooms and free WiFi on board, and you can’t beat the view—especially when you don’t have to concentrate on those crazy South Island roads.

Please note:  If you are going to New Zealand, we have unused bus pass hours for two people for sale at a discount. We have 17 hours each for 2 people which is a $175 USD ($260 NZD) total value. We’re selling the hours for $150 USD total. Payment can be made via Paypal, and with a quick name transfer at InterCity.co.nz, the passes will be yours. The pass hours are good for bus or ferry services. Travel has to be completed by January 5, 2019. Comment or message me if you’re interested!

It is a 3.5 hours bus ride from Greymouth to Franz Josef. We arrived on time, and were dropped at our Franz Josef YHA hostel.

Detail of a New Zealand fern in the rainforest of Westland Tai Poutini National Park
Detail of a New Zealand fern in the rainforest of Westland Tai Poutini National Park

 

Hostels…at our age?!

Well, yes! New Zealand’s YHA hostel system is a great idea for those of us who want centrally-located, clean accommodations without the fussy price. In Franz Josef, and in Wellington, we chose the YHA Hostel and got a double-bed room with a private bath. We did our laundry there, alongside some twenty-something backpackers, and hit the streets for a walkabout before dinner. We landed at an outside table at Alice May’s, with a view of all the surrounding mountains. The next morning, we awoke to the singing of unknown birds, and helicopters going up to the glacier.

Bryan crossing the Waiho River on the Bailey Bridge in Franz Josef, New Zealand
Bryan crossing the Waiho River on the Bailey Bridge in Franz Josef, New Zealand

 

So, who is Franz Josef?

The glacier was named after Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria by a German explorer, Julius von Haast in 1865. The Māori name for the glacier is Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere (which translates to “The tears of Hine Hukatere”). The legend says that Hine Hukatere loved climbing in the mountains and persuaded her lover, Wawe, to climb with her. Wawe was a less experienced climber than Hine Hukatere but loved to accompany her. One day, an avalanche swept Wawe to his death. Hine Hukatere was broken-hearted and her many, many tears flowed down the mountain and froze to form the glacier. In 1998, the name of the glacier was officially changed to Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere.

From the Southern Alps, the Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimtata ō Hine Hukatere steeply descends into the rainforest of Westland Tai Poutini National Park, making it more accessible for most people. In addition to being one of the steepest glaciers in the world, it also moves faster than average glaciers at over 19 inches per day (and 13 feet per day has been recorded in some sections).

Unlike others, this glacier has a more cyclic nature..receding and returning periodically. A 1946 postage stamp depicts the view of the glacier from St James Anglican Church. The church was built in 1931 with a panoramic altar window looking out to the glacier. By 1954, the glacier had disappeared from the church window’s view, but it reappeared in 1997. The glacier was still advancing until 2008, when it entered a very rapid phase of retreat. As of 2018 it is said to be rapidly advancing again.

Bryan and New Zealand waterfalls in the Westland Tai Poutini National Park near Franz Josef
Bryan is dwarfed by New Zealand waterfalls in the Westland Tai Poutini National Park near Franz Josef
The winding Waiho River in the Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere valley runs beside the trail to the viewing point
The winding Waiho River (in the Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere valley) runs beside the trail to the viewing point

 

Hiking to the Glacier

After a hearty breakfast of poached eggs on potato cakes and a few cups of stout coffee at Full of Beans, we headed out for a hike to meet Franz Josef, as New Zealanders so poetically say, “the glay-see-air”. Past the town, over the Waiho (said “Y-Ho”), and down the path through the rainforest we went. We encountered a variety of ferns, more new bird songs, smoke on the water, and warning signs to stay on the path to avoid dangers of quickly changing conditions in the glacial valley. One sign warned of falling ice “as big as a campervan”, another sign showed 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. comparison photos of the same spot in the riverbed, on a day when the river had surged, flooding the valley. !!! We kept to the path, past waterfalls, rich copper and mustard-colored lichen-covered boulders, stones with evidence of glacial striations…on and on we hiked, the sound of gravel under our feet. The sky grew darker, the temperature got cooler, and the green landscape gave way to gray. Poles, presumably for marking the trail in high snow or raging floods, were marked “no stopping” as we neared the viewing point.

In the final mile of the hike to the viewing point, Franz Josef Glacier.
In the final mile of the hike to the viewing point, Franz Josef Glacier.
Sculpted mountain sides, showing where the Franz Josef Glacier once reached. Now this is the path to the viewing point.
Sculpted mountain sides, showing where the Franz Josef Glacier once reached. Now this is the path to the viewing point.

 

And there it was. Franz Josef Glacier. At the end of the path, and across an expanse of dark gray rocks was a giant tongue of blue ice in the valley between the the mountains. The scale was shocking.

The blue tip of the Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere, New Zealand's South Island
The blue tip of the Franz Josef Glacier / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere, New Zealand’s South Island

 

A cool clamminess settled in as we stood there admiring the glacier. It has receded in recent years, and the empty gray riverbed in front of us ghost shadowed where it’d been and where it may again be one day. Rain came. A steady, solid rain. We put our jackets on over our packs and turned to see the long path ahead of us. It was peaceful, walking alone in that moody landscape. The rain stopped about an hour later, and we were almost dry before reaching the hostel.

The long walk back to Franz Josef from the glacier viewing point, New Zealand
The long walk back to Franz Josef from the glacier viewing point, New Zealand
Rich colors of lichen covers the river banks alongside the Waiho glacial valley river in Franz Josef.
Rich colors of lichen covers the river banks alongside the Waiho glacial valley river in Franz Josef.

 

That night we rewarded ourselves with a big delicious meal at the Landing, underneath an awning in another rain shower. As we sat there admiring the mountains at the end of the road, and recapping our day, the waitress told us that the town had been advised 4 months ago to move…to pick up the entire town and relocate. Why? Because this sweet little town of Franz Josef sits squarely on top of the volatile Alpine Fault line *and* mostly below river level. Meaning that any earthquake “event” would likely crack the town in half and the Waiho would flood what was left behind. Good luck Franz Josef.