Unless plans change, I’m going dark for the weekend. I’m not kidding – I’ll be on the fabled Milford Track by the time you read this, a four-day excursion into the heart of New Zealand’s Fiordland National Park. The track has often been referred to as one of the finest hikes in the world, which is why Claudette and I were keen to do it.
However, we were both pretty nervous this week about going, given our experience with the Tongariro Crossing, and given the somewhat ugly weather forecast for the weekend. Milford is one of the wettest places in New Zealand, after all. It’s puzzling why the Department of Conservation would plot a trail through such treacherous terrain?
In any event, I’ll post a full report on how we did next week. We’ll either get through it successfully, or we’ll get helicoptered out. Either way, it’ll be a good story to tell.