We arrived in Wanaka and checked into the fabulous Wanaka Homestead Lodge. We were greeted by one half of the hubby and wife team, Carol, running this gem of a place. Always a good sign when a host greets you as if you are the first person to ever step in the place.
On our first morning, with the wood burner radiating a soothing warmth, we sat around the lovely farmhouse table and tucked into a sumptuous breakfast.
It was hard to tear ourselves away from the beckoning sofas and just languorously lounge in front of the fire.
However, we hadn't worn our ski legs in over 18 months and it was time.
Day 1 on the slopes at Treble Cone, Wanaka, New Zealand and we were in awe.
The snow was rubbish but we were besotted anyway.
Speechless views, so beautiful, almost impossible to describe.
Over a couple of apres ski drinks, we changed our plans entirely.
We ditched the ski boots and donned the walking ones instead.
After downing the above alcoholic beverages, we decided that the following morning we would climb up to the base of the Rob Roy Glacier.
A challenging but utterly stunning ascent. Crossing the swing bridge we cut a path up through the gully of the mountain where glacial waters were gushing beneath us, vibrant blue and pure, through the mossy rain forest to the top.
We were the only ones there. The whole mountain to ourselves.
Eventually, with quads and calves screaming we got our prize. The blue diamond glacier sparkling bright even on a dull day.
The legs were on empty but my heart held more than a full tank. I hadn't done a climb like this in years..................................
little did I know that it would prove to be baby steps compared to what I eventually achieved later this week.
I share my Hubster's passion for the mountains. They are humbling, their mere presence removes ego, they are and always will be mightier, more powerful and eminently beautiful.
On our first morning, with the wood burner radiating a soothing warmth, we sat around the lovely farmhouse table and tucked into a sumptuous breakfast.
It was hard to tear ourselves away from the beckoning sofas and just languorously lounge in front of the fire.
However, we hadn't worn our ski legs in over 18 months and it was time.
Day 1 on the slopes at Treble Cone, Wanaka, New Zealand and we were in awe.
The snow was rubbish but we were besotted anyway.
Speechless views, so beautiful, almost impossible to describe.
Over a couple of apres ski drinks, we changed our plans entirely.
We ditched the ski boots and donned the walking ones instead.
After downing the above alcoholic beverages, we decided that the following morning we would climb up to the base of the Rob Roy Glacier.
A challenging but utterly stunning ascent. Crossing the swing bridge we cut a path up through the gully of the mountain where glacial waters were gushing beneath us, vibrant blue and pure, through the mossy rain forest to the top.
We were the only ones there. The whole mountain to ourselves.
Eventually, with quads and calves screaming we got our prize. The blue diamond glacier sparkling bright even on a dull day.
The legs were on empty but my heart held more than a full tank. I hadn't done a climb like this in years..................................
little did I know that it would prove to be baby steps compared to what I eventually achieved later this week.
I share my Hubster's passion for the mountains. They are humbling, their mere presence removes ego, they are and always will be mightier, more powerful and eminently beautiful.
Thanks so much for your kind comments Debbie about Wanaka Homestead Lodge - it was an absolute pleasure having you and Gareth to stay.
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