We broke the camper today. There’s a little spout on the bottom where you’re supposed to drain the gray water from the sink and shower. It sticks out no more than 14 inches above the ground so when you hit an uneven spot in the campground, it has a natural tendency to break. Ooops. Good thing we have that premium insurance package.
We couldn’t let that little mishap ruin our day, because this day we visited Aoraki National Park, the home of Mount Cook which rises 12,316 feet above our little campervan. This is one of those moments by which we measure life – one of those moments that takes your breath away.
Lunch was at the Old Mountaineer’s Cafe at the base of Mount Cook, followed by an exploration of the visitors center where we learned about the men and many women who had climbed Mount Cook, including New Zealand’s Sir Edmund Hillary.
We would have explored more, but within seconds, the blue sky was gone and sleet and rain pelted our faces.
We moved on down the road, past Lake Tekapo, through the agriculture regions of Fairlie, Geraldine, and Temuka.
Our last night of camping we chatted with newlyweds from Dublin who were adjusting to the joys of campervans. We offered advice on the gray water spout, the outdoor cooking unit and the emergency break that kept honking at us.
We also gave them the salt and pepper the French couple had given us on our first night, along with some extra rolls of toilet paper.
We anticipate their marriage will be a long and happy one.