“Yeah, I’m cool.” Milo’s all kitted out in his new boots, new spider man sunglasses, and way-oversized walking pole. It was a beautiful Canterbury winter day. Sunny, 10 degrees C (50 F), and relatively still, so we did what we usually do under the circumstances–head out hiking.
I seriously didn’t expect Milo to walk very far, considering the whinge level we endure just to get to the neighborhood playground. But he was in the zone today. In the end he climbed up most of the way on his own two feet, energized by M&M’s and “purple mountain muscle” aka Jeremiah’s Clif shots. That’s lake Coleridge in the background.
Happy kid! He was in the lead at this juncture.
Aw, family mug shot. Naomi is actually there, she’s sleeping on my back. Sitting up at the top munching sandwiches and gazing at the snow-crusted peaks I realized that there’s no where in New England where you can get so remote so fast. Peak Hill is an easy hike an hour and a half out of Christchurch, and on the most gorgeous weekend hiking day we saw only three other groups.
Peak hill was once an island in a sea of glacier ice. Now the braided rivers (they strike me as tangled more than braided) fill those valleys.
Yup, this is what parents like to see. The puppy got enough exercise.
Glad to see you’re home safe and sounds, from long trips & short. We’ll be in touch soon.
Nice! We did Peak Hill — well, 2/3 of it — earlier this year and thought it was a beautiful spot, though it got very windy higher up on that particular day (nor’ west I think). I’m hoping we’ll have a good sou’ west and be able to do it with some snow crunching underfoot — I’ve got 2 weeks leave in September so there’s an opportunity there.
Interesting comment about the glaciers. Yes, it must all have been glaciated once, long before white men arrived. The glaciers retreated well before CO2 emissions got underway in the 20th century, reminding me that major global warming & cooling cycles occur without CO2 emissions. Cheers, Graham