Parrots, and rainforest, mist and mountains ~ the Milford Track

It’s been a long time, my getting around to walking the Milford Track that traverses the northern end of Fiordland National Park. It’s an icon – maybe that is why!

A close friend, a vet of many big mountain trips told me he’d found it harder than he thought it’d be. Well ditto Donald! Strange one really: underfoot the hundred years or whatever of tourism related development shows, so I figured it’s the wildness of the environment might have something to do with the long days seeming longer than their actual time.

My trip really began in Invercargill, where I found my good friend Roger discussing his next photography book with Bill the 25yr old parrot…
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On Lake Te Anau heading to the Quentin River…
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I just love the clarity of a Fiordland river when it’s not raining…
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Roger and Norman in Quentin Hut…
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Typical bush and river on the eastern side of the pass…
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Hidden Lakes…
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En-route up to McKinnon Pass the rain sets in…
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Mackinnon Pass was as wild as it gets with driving mist and rain…
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Serious rain sets in on the descent…
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Thankfully the whole group reached Dumpling Hut by 4 pm, and we’re talking an inch of rain per hour at this stage of the day…#alttext#

Next day – the end day dawned fine as we walked in the bush mostly beside a dropping Arthur River…
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MacKay Falls really took my breath away…
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The Arthur River heads to the sea – sometimes quietly, sometimes very dynamically, but always scenically…
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By the end of the trip everyone has made a few friends…
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This rather quaint displacement hull vessel took us the ten minutes back to the tourist side of Milford Sound…
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