Autumn

Autumn creeps on; last weekend I spied my first snow capped mountain of the year.
Ummit is in South Island. (lock up you daughters...) and as an introduction to this fine land I took him into the Alps. Into the rain. We spent our Easter dodging rain drops the size of avocados on the West Coast and exploring relic mining communities in the back country - venturing into mines populated all too often by wetas and cave-spiders. Camping in Arthurs Pass, and wading though Cave Stream. It might have been the last possible weekend of the year to do that. The water was much colder than I had ever done it before, and the currents much stronger. Kitted out in wetties though it wasn't too bad; and, once the sun came out and warmed the ice blocks that were once a left and a right foot life was good again.