As it always happens, time marches on and we find ourselves enjoying our last day of New Zealand in Queenstown. In the afternoon we will board a jet to fly up out of this beautiful mountain town to Auckland where we will board a bigger jet to fly back to Los Angeles where our little “family” will split up and head our separate ways, back into the “real” world.
Queenstown is a very picturesque town, nestled in between mountains and resting alongside a gorgeous lake. The evening that we arrived we were treated to a stunning sunset.
The View From Our Hotel Room
Looking out our room window the other direction.
The sunset that evening develops into stunning colors all around us.
It may be summer, but there was snow on the mountains when we woke up.
The morning of the day we are to leave we wake up, in the middle of summer remember, with SNOW on the mountain tops!
And while the locals, and some tourists too I suppose who were caught unaware, are walking about in sandals and shorts… we bundled up to walk down by the lake and enjoy our last few hours of New Zealand.
Bruce enjoying a very tasty pot pie.
Reflecting back on our various stops during this trip we sat by a crackling fire in one of the local pubs and enjoyed a warm pot pie meal together.
Bruce & I both feel so blessed to have been able to take this trip, and doubly blessed to have the wonderful traveling companions that we found ourselves sharing those two weeks with.
Our group, plus the owner of the sheep station we were visiting.
But that’s part of farming I believe, there is so much camaraderie whenever a group of farmers get together. It’s always just been a wholesome fun time when I’ve been with any group of farmers, whether for business or for pleasure and this trip was a prime example of that.
Our trip to New Zealand was exhilarating, and gave us a look at a country that both Bruce & I came to love and hope to visit again. We have memories of the steadfastness of the Christchurch people rebuilding their town building by building, of the beautiful aqua colored lakes of the South Island, of the Maori and their traditions that live on so richly today, of various farms that we’ve seen; cattle, sheep, kiwi’s, grapes, deer and forage crops. Then there are always the people… friendly, outgoing and curious as to what our lives are like. And you know what… we’re all pretty much the same, they just speak funny! LOL Actually I like the way the Kiwi’s speak, but I just can’t figure out why they could always know we were from America because of our “accent”!
Looking down upon Queenstown from the Skyline Restaurant after riding a gondola up the mountain.
- Walking alongside Lake Wakatipu in Queenstown New Zealand