Mt. Cook National Park - Part 1, the hike

So for our second destination in New Zealand, we ventured to the Mt. Cook National Park, which is part of the Southern Alps range that runs the length of the South Island and contains the highest mountain in New Zealand - Mt. Cook. It's also interesting to note that approximately 40% of the park is made up of the 72 named glaciers that are still moving, melting, and evolving the landscape around the area. As a matter of fact, 70% of the entire country's electricity is supplied by the water running off of the glaciers! Maybe I'm a complete dork, but I thought that was fascinating.

When arriving at the park, you only have two choices of where to stay - The Hermitage, a luxury hotel or campgrounds at the base of the mountains. Now, I'm not the campy type, so this was one accomodation decision that was very easy for us! Here is a view from our window on to our balcony and beyond:


Day 1 was primarily spent on the balcony of the hotel bar, drinking local beers and playing Uno. I maintained my lead but was punished for this with my disappointing food experience. You see, I need a good bowl of mac & cheese at least once a week to keep me happy. I had yet to see one on a menu until the hotel bar pulled through with a glorius offering of fresh baked mac & cheese. The excitement that built up in that 15 minutes of waiting was nearly too much for body to handle. The disappointment that took over when they brought it out to me with chunks of ham in it was almost enough to make me leave the God forsaken country and come back to America, where we know the value of purist Mac & cheese. Anyway, they couldn't make it without the meat and I had to sustain myself on beer, salad, and fries.

Day 2 started out with a hike up to the Terminal Lake of the Tasman Glacier. The hike itself was a 3 hour easy hike with a few steep climbs with a lot of photo ops. A couple of things to note when looking through these: 1) I hate bridges, 2) I didn't come with appropriate hiking clothing (mainly b/c I don't OWN appropriate hiking clothes) - so jeans and a top I wear to bed had to suffice. In the first picture I had just come over the edge of a hill and noticed what was going to be the death of me in approximately 10 minutes. Cassidy laughed and said he had noticed it quite a while ago but neglected to tell me just so he could relish the very moment when I did finally see it on my own. See how happy he is crossing the bridge? Me, not so much.









All finished with the hike! I was so happy not to have any more bridges to cross (there were 4 crossings in total) and excited to head back for a much deserved rest and some food! However, the universe had other plans in store for us... on to Part 2.