A direct flight from the Pacific Northwest leaving on a fall evening, arrives 14 hours later in New Zealand, but it's spring, and the calendar tells us it's two days later. Tricky thing when you cross the dateline and land in another hemisphere. C and I are on the last segment of our time as drifters before reality sets in regarding the budget and timing of our house rebuild.
We're on our way to our sixth continent, the only one remaining on my map of geocaching destinations being Antarctica. That one, so far, hasn't made my travel dream list, but who knows? This trip to Australia and New Zealand has been at the top of the list for many years. It's a good thing we booked non-refundable fares prior to discovering recent un-budgeted cost overruns on the house, but that's another story that I'll gladly avoid for now.
Not sure it was going to happen, for awhile there, as C was scheduled for his 2nd followup CT angiogram in the eight years post bypass surgery. Such good news - no changes in his arteries for the past five years. He's cleared for travel and we're on our way. The first stop will be a five day adventure tramping (NZ Verb: the recreational activity of going for long-distance walks in rough country) on the Queen Charlotte Track, located on New Zealand's south island. Next is a two week cruise around New Zealand, ending with four ports in Australia.
I'll blog when I can, otherwise it's a three week break. For now, I leave you with a misty autumn painting of the Cascade mountains. It's been an exceptionally beautiful, colourful fall here in the Pacific Northwest.