Tag Archives: Walking

Edge

I hiked up the Routeburn Track, one of the “Great Walks”, to end my sojourn in New Zealand. My goal was to reach the Harris Saddle, the edge at which the rise of one mountain chain falls into the valley of the next.  Walks don’t need destinations. Really, it is just fine to meander. But […]

Double Barrel Falls

There should be a roundup of the inventors who have created seemingly insignificant and innocent things, like stickers on fruit, whose impact is actually substantial and evil. How many productive hours worldwide have been wasted picking at stickers on fruit? How much cultural damage has been done by turning every apple, orange, and banana into […]

The Color of Time

At first I thought the color of Glenorchy and the Southern Alps was restrained. The mountains are olive and celadon in the forested parts… golden, where the  tussock grass grows… and slate gray above the bush line. The sky is most often a familiar cerulean… and the water, full of minerals, reflects as emerald and […]

A Change in the Relationship

I had a crush on Mt. Alfred. Viewed from the lagoon at the north end of Glenorchy, NZ, Mt. Alfred is a self-satisfied thing, its confidence rooted in geometry. The mountain is an isosceles triangle, the left slope equal to the right, and its base exactly twice its height. But the mountain is not stolid; […]