Monday, November 15, 2021

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






Monday, November 8, 2021

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



Saturday, October 30, 2021

A Day Out: Mt. Thomas

Today we went for a walk.  It was up through a gully, a wooded gully in fact that was conveniently named  the "wooded gully track".  Then along a ridge line, also conveniently named the Ridge Track.  From there we summited Mt. Thomas and descended via the Summit Track.  It was a day of obvious routes and wonderful weather as we are trying to work ourselves into shape for the Heaphy Track over Christmas.  Although this track was a modest 11 kilometres long, it gained nearly 800 meters during that relatively short amount of time.  We treated ourselves to Indian take out and a lazy night watching a movie.  Here you go with the pictures.













Tuesday, October 26, 2021

A Year In...


I am not a very reliable blogger.  Sorry about that but as I get older I prioritise things a little differently and things just go by the wayside.  So it has been a little over a year since our touchdown in New Zealand in August of 2020 and I thought it might be time to take stock and share a few insights and observations.

First off, it's been a hell of a year for everyone.  I'm not going to talk too much about the pandemic because we all know that it's kind of a disaster and I'm sick of it.  That being said, I will say that New Zealand has now lost the battle and Covid is here and it's here to stay.  We had a few weeks of lockdown as the government tried to continue the zero cases policy but Delta is a bitch and despite a valiant effort, it's all about the vaccine now.  Here's hoping...

Now on to other things.  We are building a house.  It will be outside of Christchurch about 40 minutes or so and it is on an absolutely sublime ten acre plot on the fringes of the Canterbury Plains right up against the foothills of the Southern Alps .  We haven't started the building process yet but hopefully we will break ground before the new year.  Land is getting more expensive by the day and we were very lucky to find such a beautiful spot before things got truly out of hand.  Here's a picture of our plot:





Wish us luck because every process imaginable has been slowed by the events of the last eighteen months.  Construction is no exception.  In the meantime, we still are in our rental in Kirwee and life is pretty good.  Cara and I have jobs we like, that pay reasonably well and the kids continue on at Darfield High School.  It's a different educational system that has been frustrating for them but they are good kids and are adapting well, all things considered.  I don't think of things in terms of "this is better and this is worse".  We are here now and we are here for good.  This is our life.  As far as I am concerned, I feel incredibly happy and fortunate to live in New Zealand.  

The baseline level of anxiety I felt in the US is dissipating.  US politics is background noise.  The New Zealand headlines are refreshingly low key (excepting of course, all this pandemic shit).  Things are more expensive.  Lots more expensive.  But outside of that, I can't think of anything else to moan about.  We go hiking with almost zero crowds on a weekly basis.  There are multitudes of breathtaking places to visit with one tenth the visitor numbers so we don't worry about "getting there early" or traffic or any other worry we might have had back in the US.  It's just a smaller country.  It's not perfect and, in many ways across many issues, things are starting to mirror the US.  The economic divide between rich and poor is widening.  Wacky conspiracy cults are more prevalent (but still confined to the political margins) and the money grubbing policies of short sighted politicians have way more sway than they should.  

We live in the countryside of Canterbury and I love it.  Walking around the neighbourhood with carrots in my pockets to feed the sheep and horses and riding my bike against the backdrop of the Southern Alps are a couple of nice vignettes to put things in perspective.  I still don't have a studio but hopefully that will be remedied by the new year as well.  Fingers crossed.  

Thanks for reading, now here's some pictures of our new neighbourhood:






Abel Tasman National Park.  The kids and I hiked (most of) it in December 2020.


Up in the Canterbury High Country


Punakaki (Pancake Rocks)


Kaikoura


Mt Sunday (Edoras in Lord of the Rings)


Castle Hill, about 40 minutes from our house in Kirwee


On the Abel Tasman Track



Abel Tasman



New Zealand Silver Fern, Abel Tasman


Seal coming ashore on the Abel Tasman


Kaikoura Ranges


Cara and I before our dolphin swim in Kaikoura




Friday, November 20, 2020

Deja vu and an update from the Land of the Long White Cloud


It has been a wee while since we checked in.  The kitties arrived, our shipping container arrived, kids started school and my job continues on.   We are settling in nicely in so many ways. 

But then a gut punch with my beautiful mother passing away suddenly on October 18, 2020.  It is really quite surreal- this is almost exactly what happened with our first venture to NZ in 2009.  My father passed away suddenly just 2.5 months after moving to NZ in 2009.  And now my mother has passed. It is uncanny.  

This picture was taken at Hamner Springs, a cute little resort town northwest of Christchurch in 2010.  I loved this woman so, so much. She was not happy when I told her we were moving back to New Zealand this summer.  She was experiencing some memory loss for the last 2 years and Covid had really exacerbated her mental and emotional state which made our move even more difficult (though I know she understood on some level).  She broke her tibia while we were in quarantine and had been recovering well but because of a lack of mobility, she suffered pulmonary emboli and succumbed to a sudden heart attack.  

And as it was 11 years ago, I am headed back to the States for a visit to help sort her estate and spend time with my siblings.  I'm fortunate to have an understanding employer and the resources to be able to travel back but it is daunting.  Covid is surging in the States and there is the post-election turmoil (oy vey but hallelujah that Biden has won, despite what the Trumpster cultists think).  And a temporary and emotional pause to our reintroduction to New Zealand.  I'll be masking up and sequestering in my mini-bubble back in Oregon.  And look forward to a return to my family and new home in early January, after yet another stint in managed quarantine.  Until then...

Monday, October 12, 2020

A letter written to the New Zealand Herald...

 We are living in strange times.  The world is chaotic and unforgiving at this moment in history and a path forward seems confusing to imagine.  The pandemic has exposed the strengths and weaknesses of people, societies and governments and what happens next is largely up to the people in charge of implementing protocols for the citizens of countries across the globe.


My perspective is somewhat unique as our family recently moved back to New Zealand from the United States in late August.  I have viewed the US response to the pandemic and can only describe it as disastrous.  No matter what your view of Trump is, the response from the federal government has been universally regarded as one of the worst in the industrialized world.  The federal health protocols surrounding pandemics had been weakened, even though previous administrations knew that something like Covid-19 was inevitable.  Once the pandemic arrived in the US, its impact was vastly downplayed.  Once the seriousness of the pandemic became apparent, no plan was implemented.  The wearing of masks became a political weapon, distinguishing the left from the right.  The science put forward by the very able officials in charge of overseeing the data and the release of relevant public health protocols was not so casually pushed aside in favor of grandstanding and the carrying out of political vendettas.  Ego, bluster and vindictiveness operated where competency, transparency and accountability was needed.


Covid-19 exposed our family to the gaping holes in the US political machine and we felt our time in the states was over.  We decided to leave by May of 2020.  We touched down in Auckland after our twelve hour flight from San Francisco.  This flight held less than forty passengers and the international terminal at SFO was a graveyard.  The economic devastation of this pandemic was starkly apparent during this transcontinental journey.  People are scared.  People are uncertain about the future and the people in the United States have been abjectly failed by their leaders.


Once we touched down, we were met at the gate by airport and security forces and brought to the Crowne Plaza in Auckland.  Everybody was friendly.  Everybody answered nervous questions with patience and grace.  The armed services at the hotel checked us in and we began our two week quarantine.  It was tedious but overall, the experience was overwhelmingly positive.  For the first time since February, our family felt we were taking part in a concerted effort to mitigate the spread of this pandemic.  Not only were we taking part in a plan but taking part in an EFFECTIVE plan.  The immediate goals and ultimate outcomes were clearly defined by the government.  We watched many of the daily briefings and were nearly overcome with emotion by the basic decency with which these exchanges took place.  Jacinda Ardern, Ashley Bloomfield and others faced difficult questions and provided clear, informative answers while taking responsibility for missteps and miscalculations.  Hearing the words, “We can do better, we must do better” was musical.  At last, competency and accountability.


It is now early October.  Our two children are preparing for their first physical day at school since March.  Meanwhile, back in the US, their classmates languish in online school.  Since arriving in New Zealand, we have sat in cafes without masks, and dined in the spring sunshine with dozens of other patrons.  We travel freely for hiking, fishing, meeting with friends and any other activity or chore that we either need or want to accomplish.  The days of masks seem very far away.  Of course, Covid-19 is out there and frankly, it will probably return to New Zealand.  But Kiwis know this.  They know this because they have leaders they can trust.  They have leaders that are smart, decent and highly competent.  It’s not perfect and people get frustrated but having a plan that stresses science and is operated with transparency and with clear objectives is not something to take for granted.  Our family, for one, feels lucky and privileged to be here.  New Zealand should be proud of what they have accomplished together as a whanau, as a nation.  We are happy to be here and to call New Zealand our new home.


Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Managed isolation

 


Day 7 of managed isolation and all is well.  Covid negative on our first "swabs".  Hooray! Will be swabbed again on day 11.  Fingers crossed we will continue covid free.  

We have been "busy" with various activities like reading, games, a 1000 piece puzzle, Facetiming with family and friends, going on a 45 minute walk each day and just general lazying about.  We've done some yoga and Mike can be seen above doing a quick cardio workout. The food is passable- too many carbs for my taste but at the end of the day so grateful that we are being taken care of.  

More soon.