Fishing, but not really

I've been an avid fly fisher for over two decades.  I've been to a lot of beautiful areas with the purported excuse of "going fishing".  Most of the times, I catch some fish but it's always just part of the package of taking a slightly more complicated walk.  Today, I didn't catch any fish.  As a matter of fact, I only saw one fish, which for New Zealand can sometimes be considered a respectable fishing day.  Today's highlight was inadvertently stumbling upon a colony of black-fronted terns.  This bird is endemic to New Zealand and is considered a rarer cousin to the white-fronted tern.  They had a number of nests scattered across the river bed where I was prowling and they got justifiably agitated as I got closer and closer to the individual nests.   I quickly snapped a picture and continued on my way.  It was a great day, even without the fish.

The weather was perfect.  The water was high.  That's my excuse for not catching any fish.

The reason for all the distress.

They did not want me getting any closer.

A Day Out: Mount Richardson

As promised, I'm back with more pictures of beautiful places.  This weekend's venture was a wonderful wander up the be-beeched slopes of Mount Richardson just down the road from our new plot in North Canterbury.  It was a bit overcast and windy, especially as we ascended towards our ultimate destination.  But the temperature was ideal for a twelve kilometre hike that covered nearly eight hundred metres of vertical climbing.  Slowly, we are getting ourselves ready for our epic Great Walk in one short month.  Enjoy the pictures of our tiring but rewarding day out. 

The sweeping view of Lee's Valley to the Canterbury Plains from the peak

Tussock and low scrub

The grasses had a wonderful orange colour

Trying out the new walking poles

Lee's Valley below the summit 

The view through the bush on the way up to Mt. Richardson

Kiwakiwa (a type of fern)

Be Warned: This post is about politics and the pandemic

I'd like to talk about stuff that I don't like to talk about anymore.  It's not good for my blood pressure and my general outlook but nonetheless it's good to vent every once in a while.  The world's kind of a steaming mess of unforeseen consequences and sadly predictable reactionary behaviour at the moment.  Of course I'm talking about the Covid-19 global pandemic and all the political and sociological sausage making that is taking place as a result.

There is, however slim and not so bright, a bit of a silver lining to all of this.  Not everywhere is as bad as the United States in this regard.  There are lunatics everywhere of course.  The stark difference is that in the United States the lunatics run things.  Lunatics get elected to very powerful positions and implement incredibly damaging public policy.  Think Florida and DeSantis.  Think Trump during the last presidential administration.  Think of an entire political establishment embracing or, at the very least, holding their collective noses as a psychopathic narcissist holds court via Twitter and shits himself on the public stage week in and week out.  When he loses the election, a full seventy percent of Republicans still think the election was rigged.  This translates into tens of millions of voting citizens believing a demonstrable lie.  That does not bode well at all for future elections.  

One of the most disturbing offshoots of this is how politics has affected vaccination rates during the pandemic.  NOT getting the vaccine corresponds to how people feel politically.  It is a badge of honour to oppose "tyranny" and "mandates" and all other sorts of nonsense that is divorced from sensible public health policy.  Public health should not be political.  Yet, here we are.  Where my brother and mother live, in the US state of Georgia, the double vaccination rate is less than fifty percent.  LESS THAN FIFTY PERCENT!  It's free and it's been available for over six months.  People are still catching, spreading, getting sick from and dying from this virus.  That doesn't matter as long as you are sticking it to the libs. 

I'd encourage you to read The New Zealand View of Freedumb.  It's funny and accurate and also paints a more refreshing view of anti-vax loons and their associates in the cavalcade of stupid that is the modern political climate.  But, importantly, it shows them as they SHOULD be seen:  marginalised crackpots.  They are loud, persistent and "committed" but they hold little to no political sway in New Zealand.  New Zealand was late to the vaccination party but the rates of vaccination here are higher than most anywhere in the United States.  In New Zealand, the rates of vaccination are ninety percent for first dose and eighty-one percent fully vaccinated.  This is for the eligible population so the overall rate is lower but when kids are okayed, the numbers should level out into the eightieth and ninetieth percentiles.  The linkage between politics and public health has not taken hold nearly as much.  Let's hope it stays that way.  I'll post pretty pictures in my next post.  I promise.

A few days out: Castle Hill and the Canterbury High Country

We live about thirty minutes outside of Christchurch in a little Canterbury Plains farm town on the way to Arthur's Pass.  To get up into the High Country takes us about thirty five minutes and in that thirty five minutes, the landscape changes drastically.  You drive up over Porter's Pass through the clouds and most of the trees are gone.  The landscape is rockier, more exposed and dryer.  It's a different world.  

Thinking back to before I ever came to New Zealand, the Canterbury High Country is what New Zealand looked like in my imagination.  The epic, snow-capped ranges.  Small, braided streams rush down from the exposed, scree-ridden peaks.  Sheep and cows munch away obliviously in the green valleys.  It's not too bad.  If I ever get to the point where cynicism overrides the joy of being alive in this landscape then shake me vigorously.  We are very lucky.  Here are a few snippets of our long weekend with friends.

It was a tad rainy over the weekend.  From the top of our mountain hike we were above a rainbow.  I think this was a first.

The rainbow sneaks through

On the way up

Fishing for the first time of the year.

A bit windy.  A few clouds and a passing shower or two.

The river bed was noticeably changed after this year's flooding

This was new water for me.  A never before seen side tributary

The view up from the river

The always breathtaking Kura Tawhiti / Castle Hill 

One of the many secret crevices of Kura Tawhiti / Castle Hill

Early season pond at Kura Tawhiti/Castle Hill

A limestone crevice provides shelter

A Day Out: Rakaia Gorge

 In our ongoing effort to physically prepare for our 80 km tramp on the Heaphy Track in December, we are hiking every weekend.  This weekend's endeavour was a quick jaunt along the Rakaia River gorge in central Canterbury.  It's about a 40 minute drive from our house and affords you some amazing views.  New Zealand is one of the few countries in the world that has not dammed their major waterways so these braided river basins are a national treasure.  Let's hope things stay this way.  It was a wonderful day.  Not too hot, not too cool, breezy but not a howling nor'wester.  Here's a few snaps from our day.

The water level is coming down.  The turquoise blue is now on full display

Mt. Hutt ranges in the background

From my drive into town earlier this week