Starlit Rambler - Adventure Travel Our Way
Time to go. Time to go once again. Time to dip those warm toes into the icy world of the unknown. Time is a data point us humans have assigned seconds, minutes, hours, and years; in order to track the fall and rise of the sun throughout history. Countless days our beautiful species has been unconditionally greeted by this glowing ball of fire. Instinctively, living north of the equator, my orientation draws to the South when gravitating towards the sun’s everlasting warmth. For the first time, in 8 years, those navigational directions and glow of the sun has rotated, 180 degrees, with the sun now shining brightly on my face from the North. Returning once again to a land of soul-warming beauty, indescribable through the lens of the best camera, igniting an intimate relationship with the environment; organically, the way it was meant to be viewed.
Nau mai New Zealand (Welcome to New Zealand)!
The gravity of my situation eluded my rational thoughts for 99% of the time leading up to my departure from LAX to Auckland, NZ and ultimately setting wheels down in Dunedin, NZ on the southeastern coast of the Southern island. Time had advanced, unlike the last 3 minutes of an NBA basketball game, at a furious pace. Yet during those 3 weeks from ticket purchase to departure, my mind never doubted the plans I had signed up for. And why would it, as I prepare for a destination, second to none, in natural diverse beauty. Weeks, before this migration to Aotearoa (New Zealand), gave way to days, hours and finally the moment had arrived to check into The Bob Hope International Terminal in Los Angeles. Defining a light traveler did not come to mind as Rachelle dropped me at the curb with 3 large bags for my extended stay on this beautiful island, convinced their contents tipped over the 23 kg maximum weight mark. Rachelle would be joining me in a few weeks as her desire to spend time with her family was heavy on her heart.
Nature’s playground required toys and gone were the days of abundant storage in the Rambler. Still the skeleton of my being was weighted down by the contents of my desires. These material desires consisted of a paraglider, two kites, kitesurfing board, camping/backpacking gear, electronics, and oh yeah I figured it would be a good idea to bring some clothes for the ever changing New Zealand weather. But it wasn’t the stress of packing nor the weight and bulk of my contents...I had signed up for something beyond my control, in a secure space, 30,000 feet above the earth’s crust, for no less hours than a baker’s dozen. Many a moons I’ve spent between the steel wings of a commercial airliner, traveling to distant lands. Today was a first for me however, as Rachel (my sister) and I, buckle up in our own seats, while her little munchkin begins to squirm. The gravity of the moment hits me square in the face. What is it going to be like with this 22 month old sharing the lap space between my sister and I? This 22 month old I am referring to is Alta, my sister’s daughter, full of life, energy, and a powerful disposition to elude the mandatory lap seat belt. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight!”
After 4-5 days in Dunedin, spending time with family and friends, we headed to The Cardrona Valley sandwiched between the popular tourist destination of Queenstown and the more laid back Wanaka. Here is home for my sister Rachel, husband Scott, and their daughter Alta. Here is where I will call home for the next wee bit!
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