February 9, 2012
We are starting the final week of our 22 weeks of travel. I have not missed a day of blogging. Admittedly, I did not post every day, but I write even when I had no internet connection.
As a rule, I have avoided writing blogs just to keep the record going. Instead, I want to share something that will amuse or inform.
Today is an exception.
We woke in Queenstown. Today was a day of exertion. In each of our two previous trips here, we did a long tramp called the Ben Lomond Trail. It is a 6 hour walk that climbs almost a mile up and covers over 6 miles. Susie and I call it the Marriage Shaker. We took it 9 years ago and learned an important difference in our personalities. When I experience exercise related pain, I tend to push harder to speed the ending. Susie, on the other hand, does something that is completely bizarre. Track with me on this. When she is tired, she rests. I guess somethings are just too bizarre to understand.
When we came 3 years ago, Terrill had asthma problems, so she Susie and Virginia did not complete the circuit. Since it is a round trip, they just turned back early.
Today, we made the circuit in 3:45 - 4:15, substantially inside the estimate of 5-6 hours. We are all proud of ourselves. Perhaps our Nepal fitness levels have not worn off completely.
We then got into the campervan for a 5 hour drive.
We are still driving and I am writing in a parking lot in an old gold town that has inexplicably provided free internet in its city limits.
It is 9PM and we want to put 50-60 kilometers more behind us, so I will leave you with this important observation from Liam. After covering multiple important topics, he shared an unexpected insight:
“New Zealand would be the perfect place to be during a zombie apocalypse.”
I am not saying that we will have a zombie apocalypse, but I must agree with his assessment. It is isolated, full of food and self-sustaining energy. And, as an act of love to our readers, I share this with you.
No, there is no need to thank me!
Steve is the executive director of the boys’ side of camp. That means that he gets to spend time with great campers and counselors during the summer and avoid growing up.