I got my first glimpse of the Southern Cross the other night … early morning on January 2nd I think it was. I wandered out onto the balcony of our room in Queenstown and there it was as unmistakable as the Big Dipper. The night sky … it is a comfort to look up into a familiar set of stars … a dominant Orion in fall and winter … a dominant Dipper in spring and summer. There was nothing familiar about these heavens. I am a stranger here.
On the road between Wanaka and Queenstown there is a marker carved in stone telling you that you are crossing the 45th parallel. It FEELS like I am at the bottom of the earth down here with penguin colonies a mere days drive away. So I looked at a globe to see where the 45th goes in the Northern hemisphere. I was surprised to see
The drive from Queenstown to Tiramu was through what we might call in the States “Big Sky Country.” Sometimes it looked like
We are now back down to sea level and out of the high country. A few days rest in