Happy to be rolling back up the wonderful Milford Road again. Practice making 'a little less' imperfect
Very cold, particularly in the deep shadows of the forest. Wet moss in the centre of the road to be avoided. Finally break free of the chill, emerging into liquid sunshine and watery vistas. Mile after mile, all the way back to Queenstown, wonderful
And strangely enhanced by experience of being stuck behind a police car. Weird how much more you observe when cranked back a little
Hitting Queenstown, GPS route cuts through to the back of the town. Suddenly a climb is on, up to the Crown Range. This is big country... and I mean BIG. The pass is high at 1000m - and adding frisson to the moment, just as I was beginning to groove 2nd gear for the climbing hairpins - they decided to resurface the road. Yep, corner itself was sealed, while exit covered with loose gravel!!! Thank god there's so little traffic, as had to stand bike up and 'goosey' through the next half dozen turns. Then, can you imagine the ignominy, when I checked my mirrors, to discover a 4x4 on my tail! Embarrassment/ego meant he wasn't there for long...
View from the top. If you take the trouble to click on the picture and zoom in, you'll see this place is vast! The climb eventually flattened out at Cardrona providing the perfect excuse for a late lunch at picture perfect historic NZ pub (I'm guessing I've probably got shirts older than this)
All that was then left to do, was a gentle roll into Wanaka, heart of NZ skiing country. And my immediate thought was, if you had freedom to live anywhere in the world....
It's been a long day in the saddle and though tired, has brought both excitement for me and welcome relief to my aching feet!
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