It’s been a while since I’ve been able to post. Let’s see, the adventure began when I was sealed inside a ziploc bag and thrown in a dark bag. For a while, I bounced along squished alongside other bags. I wasn’t sure if I would make it given that I didn’t have much air. But just in the nick of time Mom retrieved me from the bag and brought me into the bright sunlight.
We were on a boat for about an hour and a half. Me and Dad played Titanic on the upper level. Big mountains surrounded us, and people took lots of photos. Not sure how many I was in. Some passengers even smiled at me. Then Dad shoved me into his pocket and he walked for about twenty minutes.
I was thrown onto a bed, where Mom took my photo before we set off on a “nature” walk. The forest path wasn’t very wide and water kept dropping on me as Mom pushed through the bush. I saw a Bush Robin. He looked plump and juicy with his round body on spindly legs. I’m sure my old pal Timbit would have had no problem catching one of those.
Later that evening we attend a nice dinner with about 50 people. Everybody sat at round tables and tried to make friends. I was attached to the camera bag and didn’t get to see much, except for peoples legs and feet. But I did learn that somebody named Melissa is from Whakatane. I love to say that word. It sounds like: F*!K a tonne, eh? (Tee hee hee).
The next day I rode along with the camera bag while Mom carried a big backpack. Dad carried a smaller one. Hardly seemed fair. I saw lots of those plump and juicy birds and got to work on my tan at a “swimming hole”. Mom and Dad and some of their new friends decided to swim in the water. Some even swam out to the big rock under the water, while others ventured all the way to the waterfall. I was very proud of my Mom and Dad, but they did scream a lot when they first went in. We traveled 16 km that day.
In the evening we ate with the other 50 people, but this time at a different hut. People also started talking more to each other. Dad said they were sharing “war stories” about the swimming hole. Dad did his own laundry that evening and tried to put me through the wringer. Didn’t enjoy that!
In the morning, I was put back in the ziploc bag. Mom finally explained it was to keep me dry. I could feel the pressure build in my ears as Mom climbed up and up. Every once in a while she would take a “photo break”. But I didn’t hear the shutter every time. Finally we reached what I thought was the top, and she brought me out to show me the view. It was amazing. We posed for a photo in front of a monument and then back into the ziploc I went. It was okay though because I like to sleep a lot anyways. Later I learned we had crossed over the Mackinnon Pass. Everybody was exchanging war stories that evening again. Dinner was at rectangular tables that evening. It smelled wonderful. I even got to poke my nose at the dessert.
The next morning we left early. I was in the ziploc again, but happy because it was raining pretty hard. I could feel the dampness coming through the backpack. I spent six long hours in the backpack, before Mom brought me out for a photo at Sandfly Point. There was a big sign that said 33.5 miles.
We’d done it … the Milford Track. I had a great evening celebrating with everyone. Mom and Dad got certificates and stayed up late because the lights didn’t go out at 10 p.m. like at the other lodges. One nice man even played the piano.
In the morning I was put in the ziploc bag again. Mom said she wanted me to see Milford Sound on the boat, but Dad said no because he was tired of carrying his backpack. So I was thrown in the cargo hold of the bus while they rode in the comfy seats.
We’re back at the same motel but in a bigger room. The rain has finally stopped, and I’m all caught up on my Olympics news. Good on you Canadians for pulling it off at the end of the events (again). And Sidney Crosby, you’re my hero.
I know that holidays are coming to an end because Dad has that look on his face. But I’ll remind them to bring me with them to find Wellington when we get home. You can have a look for me in Mom and Dad’s photos too.
Maybe more before we get home. We’ll see if I can squeeze in another adventure!
