Hiking the Old Ghost Road: New Zealand Backcountry

It was so quiet I could hear every creak in the cabin from the wind outside. Then the rain came knocking, striking the roof like a thousand tiny hammers wielded by clumsy hands. At sunset a white mist replaced the gale creeping over our hut and the nearby alpine lake. Now I understood how this... Continue Reading →


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