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I made this jewelry one year ago, to wear in Kristin & Dami’s wedding.  Sifting through my jewelry-making related posts on the blog, I’m not sure how I could have neglected to post this last August, but neglect I did.

In any case, since the happy duo are now with me in the flesh, and since a simple and elegant self-design deserves a little self-promotion, here it is:

If I do say so myself, it’s quite a lovely piece.  And when I wear it, it reminds me of special people.  The centerpiece is a clip-on earring; one of a few pieces my Mom saved for me after my nana passed two years ago.

It took me awhile to find the perfect re-setting, but I think it was worth the wait.

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Death happens. I don’t mean it cavalierly, but inevitably. 

But somehow, even though you know it is inevitable, even if you’ve known it was coming for years, somehow, that doesn’t lessen the pain.  You would think, honestly, that it would.  After all, you’ve had time to prepare for it, come to terms with it, ask why; maybe even receive an answer in your own time.

And sometimes, death is welcome.  There are many people who suffer in old age.  So there’s the almost ironic feeling of relief when someone has been delivered peacefully after a long struggle.  But even that relief doesn’t displace the ache in the heart of those left behind.

It was two years ago when my grandfather told me cavalierly (and it seems, inevitably) that he thought he had Alzheimer’s.  We were having lunch at a burger joint in Seattle, and I was set to embark on a grand adventure in a far away place (Australia).  (He himself had lived a life full of adventures in far away places, like Okinawa and Anchorage.) 

As it turns out, he was right.  He was, after all, a physician. So I fear for him, in the beginning, there must have been so much pain at the inevitability. 

I hope there was also, in the end, relief.   And peace.

(Elliott Boisen; March 14, 1925 to August 6, 2012)

Last weekend, we spent some down time for our fifth wedding anniversary in our favorite spot in Melbourne — Mornington Peninsula.  With Bentley in tow, we headed down to Rye Beach for some R&R.

Among the weekend’s activities: golf at St. Andrews Beach, strolling on the sand, multiple rounds of competitive ping ponging courtesy of the “table tennis” at our rental house, wine tasting and champagne sipping at the Cups Estate, catching the panoramic views up at Arthur’s Seat, snapping shots of the sculpture work of William Ricketts (a Richmond native famous for integrating Aboriginal imagery into his works) and getting reacquainted with the finer points of our Sony Cybershot HX1, testing out manual aperture and shutter speed and playing with variable color filters.

A few photos… on the photos page.

Have you ever seen such a lovely bunch of daisies? 

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Cheers to traditionalism: a bunch of daisies and a wooden didgeridoo from my hubby for the 5-year marriage mark!

On the eve of Day 4, we enjoyed ourselves some of the finer things in life.  We’d just finished a four-day 55 km hike (as you will remember), so it was only natural to celebrate with glass after glass of cold delicious cider and rounds of the Settlers of Catan.  Yes, even hiking in the middle of the woods we can find fellow Settlers players…

Day 5, we woke up to a classic Milford day: absolutely raining buckets.  The Milford Sound has been dubbed the world’s eighth wonder (by Rudyard Kipling) and one of the wettest places of the world.  Interestingly enough, the Milford Sound is not a sound at all (a valley carved and filled by running water, such as river runoff or rain) but is a fjord, a deep canyon carved by glaciers and backfilled by the sea.  No idea when or why the misnomer arose, but there’s a bit of scientific edumaction for you.

From pictures we had viewed before the trip, I can assure you Milford Sound is astoundingly beautiful. Pictures of our cruise on the sound, however, may not prove this to you. It was raining so hard that it was difficult to be outside on the ship’s decks for more than a few minutes, and even harder to get a decent picture. No sooner would I wipe the lens then another splash would land… We subsequently heard from the captain that, had he realized the extent of the rain and wind earlier, he wouldn’t have taken the boat out for safety reasons.

But looking on the bright side, where there’s water, there will be waterfalls.  And where there’s wind and water, there will be…. upward flowing waterfalls???

Yep, that’s right.  The Milford Sound had in that day of rain filled with literally dozens of temporary waterfalls from the deluge of rain, including ones so fleeting that the gale-force winds disrupted their flow and caused disappearing acts and upward flowing falls.

Once we had from our cruise disembarked, our bus ride back to Queenstown took us through the surrounding valleys.  By this time, the falls had increased in frequency and strength.  It was like the Sound was crying at the thought of us leaving.  Such a beautiful send-off.

Final pictures from the epic Milford Sound Track on the photos page.

Day 4, our last day hiking.  After summitting and descending the McKinnon Pass, all that was left was the 22-kilometer (13 mile) stroll to Sandfly Point, the end of our epic hike.  This portion of the hike was long but flat, and exposed us to a myriad of additional water features as we traipsed over swinging suspension bridges and alongside more dazzling waterfalls. It was also the day of our hike on which, we were promised, it would rain.  This fact motivated us to keep a quick pace, while the knowledge that our hike would be over at the end of Day 4 caused the occasional pause for reflection and capture of “just-one-more” beautiful sight.

After spending the morning together as a pack of 4 happy hikers, Steve & I broke off in the afternoon for the last leg to the end of the trail.  Sure enough, as had been predicted, rain started to fall at mile 31.  Normally one would think this a negative development, but personally, I appreciate a good walk in the rain.  We walked the last 2 hard miles with the refreshing splashes on our face, the sweet smell of musty earth on our noses, and a supreme sense of accomplishment pervading our psyches.

Wet and happy, we had reached the end of the Milford Track.

Full pictures of our last day of the hike.  Don’t be too sad the journey is over, there’s still Day 5 — a cruise on the Milford Sound (in torrential rain) — to come!

Day 3 was the most challenging day of the 5-day journey: 15 kms (9 miles) distance, 800 meters elevation gain up and over the McKinnon Pass, then another 1,000 meters down the other side of the peak into Arthur Valley.  We (OK, maybe just me) shouted out the turns of the 11 switchbacks as we zigged and zagged up the mountain side, compelling and propelling ourselves forward for the view at the top.  And what a view it was…

The way down, always hardest on the knees, was peppered with gorgeous sights.  Mist flowed over the backside of McKinnon Pass, weka (think brown NZ chicken) hopped through brush along the trail, and a cascading waterfall dripped and pooled for hundreds of meters. At the bottom, we dropped our packs for a side excursion to Sutherland Falls, the highest waterfall in New Zealand.  And what a view it was….

We took less photos on Day 3 (might have had something to do with all the physical exertion…) but still plenty to more to view.  Check out the full pictures.

Day 2 was our first real day of hiking: 16 kms (10 miles) through the flat plains along the meandering Clinton River.  It was a gorgeous day–so warm that our packs were weighed down holding all the heavy layers we had brought in anticipation of chilly 60ºF days.  We took full advantage of the weather and relatively easy itinerary to leisurely stroll through the woods, stopping frequently to snap photos along the way.  We couldn’t be sure we’d have another day this brilliant, so we relished our day-long meander. 

With sights like these around every turn, wouldn’t you?  More pictures of Day 2 of the trek on the photos page!

Pictures of the Milford Sound Trek are finally here!  Our 5 day walk to Milford Sound took us across a deep fiord lake, through the rainforest, along a river so clear it appeared emerald-green from the lush forest reflection and past countless waterfalls. All in all we walked approximately 55kms (just over 33 miles), and gained 1,000 meters (over 3,000 feet) in elevation change, over roughly 3 days.

We enjoyed spectacular weather for a region where it can rain nearly every day (March, average 18 days).  It was one of the most memorable moments of my life; there is simply nothing like the absolute peace of mind that comes from 10 hours days in the outdoors, with no sounds other than the rushing wind, chirping birds, flowing water, and pace of your own breath.  An absolutely amazing journey, which we were blessed to be able to share with dad and donna.

The days will unfold over a series of posts.   Day 1: bus trip from Queesntown to Te Anu, 1.5 hour boat ride on Lake Te Anu, 1km walk to the Glade House, followed by a nature walk and nighttime star-gazing.  A very short walk for the “first day of hiking”, but enough beautiful sights to leave us itching for more…

Check out the full pictures.

So you got the gist of my “birthday” hike on Cradle Mountain from a previous iphone posting – a spot of rain perhaps?

But what you didn’t see is that despite that spot (OK, more than a few drops) of rain we had an absolutely beautiful weekend in the rugged Cradle Mountain National Park, including blue skies and sunlight days and nighttime treks to get up close and personal with Tasmania’s nocturnal wildlife.

I’ve posted before about my love for this tiny island state off the southern coast of Australia – it’s a wild and untouched place with national parks so vast you can really get lost, in every sense of the word, in your surroundings.  Cradle Mountain National Park, home of the famous Overland Track (a 6 day hike), provided a gorgeous background for a weekend of hiking with my Dad and donna, who were equally in love with this special place.

Cradle Mountain is also home to an amazing abundance of wildlife – with a greater concentration of wallabies, paddymellons, wombats, and possums than I’ve seen anywhere else in Australia.  We went on one organized “night tour” and FINALLY encountered Tasmanian Devils (resolution: complete!), and our own midnight walk, complete with headlamps.  The iridescent glow of my headlamp landed on literally dozens of glowing eyes in the darkness.  ‘Course it was too dark for any good photo shots, but I’ll include this one anyways.

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Check out full pictures on the out and about page.