The Glaciers: New Zealand

April 28, 2013 in New Zealand, Oceania, Travelogue

Family Travel New Zealand
For two days, the mountains wept.

Great grey skies hung low over their tear stained faces and every surfaced oozed, or dripped, or gushed; from leaf tips to lichen, from pebbles to cliff faces. We stopped counting waterfalls. Some mountain faces poured with dozens on one hillside. They ran out of rocks, they fell off of the edges of high slung creeks in the crevasses between peaks, they seemed to originate beneath the snows on top and run, never ending, towards the Tasman Sea with the wind in their teeth.

And then…

We turned the corner out of Mount Aspiring National Park towards Haarst and the sun broke beneath the clouds, cracking the sky in long golden ribbons as she dove in hot pink glory towards the sea.

The day we celebrated with the children’s first glacier explorations was shockingly warm and sunny. We’d expected cold, if not wet, and definitely buggy. It was nothing of the sort. The kids ranged far and wide over the river valley wash leading up to both Fox and Franz Josef while we wandered more slowly, talking over the next year’s plans. Ezra interrupted to ask what “rock flour” was (the dust from rocks assiduously ground by the weight of the glaciers) and to have Tony explain, for a third time, why the ice was so very blue. It’s hard to explain how ice, something most often encountered in a soda glass, can also be a living river, carving the very face of the planet. There aren’t too many places in the world where one can watch that in action. It’s a good way to spend an afternoon, if you get the chance.

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand

Family Travel New Zealand