Due to its proximity to that fabled utopia, Glenorchy, at the head of the western arm of Lake Wakatipu, has been called the gateway to paradise. And in many ways, it’s true — it’s especially easy to believe if you can imagine that angels are manifested on earth as sandflies. Read the story . . .
Few people find themselves out in the open air in the mountains at night, so quite apart from the skiing, just being on the slopes under a full moon (or crescent moon, or no moon) is an unusual and affecting experience. Read the story . . .
Alpinist and climber Paul Hersey chooses five one-day hikes to our mountain tops to celebrate International Mountain Day. Read the story . . .
Maori knew about the glacial defile between the coastal flats of South Westland and the high tussock-land surrounding the southern lakes from their expeditions in search of pounamu, or the campaigns mounted by northern iwi to kick southern iwi butt, and vice-versa. Read the story . . .
For the full effect, explore Arrowtown in winter, try your hand at panning for gold in the bitter waters of the Arrow, then visit the Chinese settlement and imagine what it must have been like trying to get warm in a dirt-floored stone hut with a rag over the unglazed window and only a smoky fire for heat. Read the story . . .