There and Back Again, Part Two

Queenstown, at last.  Look, Scott, it's the Southern Alps.

If you hear a blood-curdling shriek in the night, it's either someone being brutally murdered or one of the few remaining wild kiwi birds.  Once prevalent, they've been hunted to near extinction for their sweet, green flesh.  FACT.

Once we got above the bushline, we could see our home for the night.  This "hut" at the top of the mountain actually came complete with water, gas, and beds for fifty people.  The TV only got basic cable, though.

This cave just kept going deeper and deeper.  We finally decided to turn around the same time as the only guy with a decent flashlight.  As far as we know, there're two Canadian girls still down there.

Braving hundred km/h winds, we finally made the summit of Mt. Luxmore.  If you look closely, you can see I'm about six pixels higher than Hank.

Next: "Through the Woods and Over the River" or "Just Tui, no Moa"