Today's adventure took us to Doubtful Sound, south and west from Queenstown through ever more gorgeous landscape. Doubtful Sound is part of Fjordlands National Park in New Zealand, an extensive array of magnificent mountains and inlets. Andrew and Jordan (Rusty's grandchildren) might be intrigued by the variety of vehicles that took us there: taxi (from our hotel to join the larger group bright and early this morning), coach (bus), boat, coach, boat, coach, boat, coach, and lastly our feet as we walked from the center of town to our hotel at sunset. Whew! Our trip took us through mountain valleys, across Lake Manapouri, through more mountain valleys to the sound, where we boated all the way to the Tasman Sea, the ocean between New Zealand and Australia, reversing to get back to Queenstown.
We learned that the road between the sound and the lake was not built until the 1950s so that visitors before then had to walk ten or twelve hours to get to the boat taking them down the sound. We were driven by Tracy, in the picture with Wendy and me by our coach. Makes our trip seem beautiful, memorable and EASY, doesn't it?! Here are some "now" pictures.
We learned that the road between the sound and the lake was not built until the 1950s so that visitors before then had to walk ten or twelve hours to get to the boat taking them down the sound. We were driven by Tracy, in the picture with Wendy and me by our coach. Makes our trip seem beautiful, memorable and EASY, doesn't it?! Here are some "now" pictures.
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