Lisa Brown helped me convert an old issue of the ParkerPress to InDesign, which I then took and converted to PDF for your perusal. Here’s the January 1996 issue of The ParkerPress.
Lisa Brown helped me convert an old issue of the ParkerPress to InDesign, which I then took and converted to PDF for your perusal. Here’s the January 1996 issue of The ParkerPress.
Lisa Brown helped me convert an old issue of the ParkerPress to InDesign, which I then took and converted to PDF for your perusal. Here’s the August 1995 issue of The ParkerPress.
Lisa Brown helped me convert an old issue of the ParkerPress to InDesign, which I then took and converted to PDF for your perusal. Here’s the May 1994 issue of The ParkerPress.
It was definitely cold when I got home. There was about 3 inches of snow every, crystal clear, and felt much colder than -4F. I think I’ll be able to sleep for at least three days…
We headed back to Sumner to take the high road, which runs a ridge-line high above Christchurch. We went to the eastern end of the peninsula, where there’s a farm with sheep and cattle sharing an unbelievable view northwest through Christchurch with old gun emplacments.
Well, today started out with a bang. Literally. Actually it was more like a whoop-whoop-whoop. A New Zealand Air Force helicopter landed about 100 feet behind our A-frame, and the Alpine Center. It must have been Search and Rescue training, since the loaded up with people in bright red-orange jackets, and took off about an hour later, heading up towards the Mueller Glacier area.
Today we took a tramp (a walk, not a person) up towards the Hooker Glacier. We headed up a canyon covered with huge gravel moraines left when the 6 glaciers that worked this valley retreated at various times. We continued right on past the terminal of the Mueller Glacier, up towards the Hooker (Glacier, that is).
We headed north, back to Queenstown, before turning east for the rest of the trip to Mt. Cook.
We picked up our sack lunches and boarded the ferry across Lake Manapouri to the power station. There was a light drizzle falling, so most of us stayed inside the ferry, going out only for pictures. We got to the other side of the lake, climbed into a bus, and took a short trip down inside a huge, solid granite mountain, where somebody decided to put a power station. The tunnel we drove down was a 2Km long spiral that ended 200 meters below the surface of the lake.
We started up towards Arrowtown, which is a small, rural, ex-ghost town which now caters to tourists. It wasn’t too big, or too interesting, so we did a tramp up to a monument on a hill, and through an early-day graveyard.