ok, I'll go

It came up so unexpected. In conversation during an afternoon beer I said "is that all it costs to get over there" Untitled

Next thing I knew I was booked and packed, up at an ungodly hour heading for the international airport.

Soon after that I was standing in water, forest closing in, huge mountains looking down on me and my fly rod in my hand.

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How did I get to this place. Not the physical, the metaphysical.

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It's been a while since I joined a group of road trippers. It was nice to sit in the backseat and just take it in. The cool north island wind in my face, and plenty to take in.

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We'd just stop on the way, hunt for treasure in old wares shops, look for mushrooms, and take plenty of photos of stuff.

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We walked and explored.

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I'm glad I went with my instincts and booked that flight. I really had a nice taste of New Zealand. It wasn't the cities that wooed me, but mother nature.

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Unlike other facets in life, she (mother nature) never lets me down. So I love her.

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