So we left Te Anau about February 9, finished with the Fiordlands, and ready to head north. We stopped for a day in Queenstown, to shop for a few odds and ends (ask me about my All Blacks jersey deal) and also to walk through the old city park, which occupies a peninsula jutting out into the lake. Beautiful place.
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But first, still in Te Anau, in time to see the Morgan Tour of
New Zealand, 2014; nice looking old cars... |
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And further still in Te Anau, a remembrance of things to
come...in a little more than two months we'll be setting up
house-keeping in Paris... |
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At the marina in Queenstown, the latest in contrived extreme
aquatic adventure |
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| In the Queenstown city park |
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| Looking back to the city center |
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The Robert Falcon Scott memorial (see the great old post-
WWII British film Scott of the Antarctic; listen to Vaughn
Williams' great Sinfonia Antarctica...) |
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| Stirring the hearts of every Englishman.... |
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Among many other things, the Queenstown city park has a
folf course...memories of Missoula |
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| An horizontal elm in the large rose garden |
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| Lawn bowling society command and control center |
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Pride of place, however, goes to the several
Cupressaceae California, Sequoiadendron
Gigantea Wellingtonia |
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| Thus |
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And a grand old lady Monkey Puzzle, staple
of many a Victorian garden |
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We spent the night at a DOC campground on a lake in the
mountains a few miles west of Queenstown |
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