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The adventures of the yacht Roaring Girl wandering the seas.
The tongue
25/01/2008, At Fox Glacier terminal

Close up the tongue is huge. The very edge is grey and streaked with the remainder of the rocks it has chewed. Then the ice whitens, striated and fractured into flowing spires and stern buttresses. (These blocks are known as seracs.)

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The Valley
25/01/2008, Fox Glacier River Valley

It's about half an hour from the car park, not counting photo stops. The path winds along the rocks, sometimes flattened out and clearly marked. Many signs warn of the danger of rock falls, and urge people to stay on the path.
This picture is about half way along.

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Glittering stones
25/01/2008

We walked up the valley to the glacier tongue. Lots of the stones are gleaming and sparking, filled with quartz and metals that catch the sun.

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Cliff walls
25/01/2008

When the Maori came, some 800 years ago, the glaciers barely existed, just pockets of ice tucked into the neves at the top of the Alps. By 1750 the ice had pushed itself way down the mountains, back towards the sea. Now it has retreated again, the terminal some two miles further up the valley. These sheer rock walls are left behind, newly carved and shorn. When the glacier came this way, the ice was higher than these cliffs.
Obviously the ice advances and retreats in a complex pattern, but global warming is surely contributing its part to the current size of tongue.

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Milk water
25/01/2008, On a bridge

The Fox River is direct run off emerging from underneath the glacier. Here you can see that it is grey and silver, filled with rock flour that turns the spume to the colour of fine silk.

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Ice
25/01/2008, The River Walk, south of Fox River


Sarah was very excited, never having seen a glacier before. But here it is, Fox Glacier.

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Sunset over Fish Hill
24/01/2008, Lake Paringa


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We stayed the night in a DOC site at Lake Paringa, an unmodified lake in a glacial valley. The huge rock, which resisted the erosion of the ice, protrudes into the Lake. The aerial photographs show why it is called Fish Hill, the outline like a huge cod.
Bad sandflies in the morning though, and we left quite quickly.

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Hercules last year; now Haast
24/01/2008, In the mountains


The lowest pass over the Divide, the line of Southern Alps that cuts down the South Island, is called the Haast, after one of the first Europeans to come here. There is a great gorge here, which was only bridged in the 20th century, called the Gates of Haast.
From here we drove down to Haast township and then south to Jacksons Bay. This tiny place was the site of an ill-fated settlement in the 1870's, which gradually melted away as settlers found easier and more profitable places to settle. When you consider the astonishing challenges of bush and climate in Southland or the fringes of Fjordland, you can see that the isolation, topography and vegetation must have been daunting indeed. Now, there's a wharf supporting the whitebait and cod trade.
We didn't see any major wildlife, though a nice bush track to the even more isolated Ocean's Bay we heard a lot of birds.

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Swings and gorges
24/01/2008, Crossing the Makarora

There are quite a few of these bridges, where the wooden deck sits amongst wires suspended from the steep cliffs each side of the river. This one, crossing the Makarora, is on the way to the Blue Pools.

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Blue Pools
Lovely
24/01/2008, Err!


Well, it's obvious why they have the name. At this point the Blue River flows into the Makarora river, and this colour is created by the way light refracts on the icy, clear water. Lots of trout live in these rivers.

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No one in sight
24/01/2008, All alone


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The following morning was spectacular and only slightly marred by the sandflies. (According to legend, the goddess of the underworld introduced these to Fjordland to ensure that humans wouldn't linger there, seduced to idleness by the beauty of the landscape. It works!)
The scenery on Lake Wanaka was also amazing. We could see at least a mile down the lake, itself half a mile across. In the dark, we could not see a single light on those hills; the only illumination came from the stars and bright moon.

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Oysters at Lake Wanaka
23/01/2008, Free camp on Lake Wanaka


In Wanaka township we bought some oysters. That night we found a wonderful free camp on the shores of Lake Wanaka, a little foreshore down a gravelled track. And ate a meal fit for queens. Pip prepared oysters a gratin with eggs and pepper, and here is just sitting down to enjoy them.
They were followed by splendid lamb steaks bought in Invercargill and perfect with just a little mustard.

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