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    Marking the Monumental Moments

    Chapter Six- A Big Week

    This week is always a monumental one in My Fab Fifties Life.  Each year my husband and I mark the day we met.  March 27th, 1975.  It’s a very important date in our relationship and it never passes on the calendar without some recognition on our part.  It used to a big deal to say “wow we’ve known each other for 20 years” .  But now its just plain amusing to think of all we have done and been through together over the past 42 years.  We usually just turn and grin at each other and one of us will say “who’da thunk?”

    42 years.  Yep.  Wouldn’t trade it for the world.

    So in addition to our annual marking of that day, this week we also mark four months on the road.  I hardly can believe it.  Time is neither flying by or slog’n by-  it just is.  We are well settled into our new lifestyle and feel comfortable and confident.  Mostly we are present.  Not really looking ahead too far just being and enjoying each miraculous day.  And each day is miraculous.  Not just the days where we do something spectacular like visit a Hmong Village or Hike 17 miles or spend the day on a sunny beach.  Those days are wonderful but its the little miracles we enjoy like hot coffee on a crystal clear cold New Zealand morning.  Or a thunderous rainstorm that blackens the midday sky in Koh Samui.  Or listening to the melody of a bird you can’t see but can only hear. Or me winning scrabble – for once!

    It’s the little moments of the past four months and the past 42 years that make a life well lived.  Not just living the moments but realizing, relishing and respecting them.  That is fabulous.

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    Taking On The Tiki Tour

    Chapter Six – Caravan Life

    I expected living in the camper van (caravan) to be similar to our six weeks living in beautiful pink Betty last fall as we traveled across the United States.  It does have some similarities, but to be honest, I think I enjoyed Betty more.  The most important reason is we could set up Betty at a campsite and then take the car and go off to tour or do whatever we needed to do.  With the van, the entire campsite moves with you no matter if you need to run to the store or travel 500 miles.  But we are getting used to that.  I slept really poorly the first few nights but I’m getting used to the van bed now and we made some adjustments to the cushions that has helped.  Arne finds he sleeps much better in the van than he ever did in Betty – but I loved the custom foam mattress we had made for Betty.  Wish I had that now.

    The kitchen in the van is small, a bit smaller than the kitchen I had to work with in Betty, but I do prefer the propane stove in the van over the electric stove we had in Betty.  And the van has a working sink which Betty did not.  I make a point to cook good, healthy colorful meals, no matter how small the kitchen.  I believe just because we are essentially “camping” we don’t have to eat bland or instant food.  Since I love to cook and try creative things its just as fun to try that in a tiny kitchen.  We have had everything from Chicken Tacos to Swedish Meatballs. Our system is Arne sits at the table with the cutting board.  I hand him things to chop while I stand at the stove and cook.  It works and its fun too.

    But alas the van does not have a toilet, just a port-a-potty.

    New Zealand has an amazing caravan culture and caravan tourism is huge business. No matter where you drive in New Zealand hundreds of caravans and campers are driving with you – as are rental cars and tour busses.  Even in March which is past the peak season and well into Fall.

    Along with the caravan culture comes fabulous services provided by the government including restroom facilities frequently along any and all roads as well as FREE campsites through out the country.  Some of these sites have services but most don’t.  We spent our first two nights in free sites.  The first one had no services (no bathroom or running water) but the spectacular view made it worth it.  The second night had sanikans only, and not as nice of a view, but just down the road was a visitor center where we headed first thing in the morning for coffee and a “flush”.

    We spent the next three nights in a beautiful campground in Milford Sound that we paid for, about $25 US.  It was very pretty, had power and water and we had access to bathrooms, showers, laundry, restaurant and bar.  But no wifi or cell service in this very remote area.

    But the van doesn’t have heat and the nights have been pretty darn cold – dropping into the thirty’s one night in Milford.  We sleep in warm clothes and wool socks and huddle under a warm comforter.  In Mount Cook I pulled out my fleece hat for the first time in our four months of travel – and in Milford I pulled out my gloves.  I’ve now used every item in my suitcase. It should warm up when we head North.

    We are now as far south as we plan to go.  This photo shows what territory on the South Island we have covered so far (both in the car and in the caravan) and now it’s time to do an about-face and begin the drive north along New Zealand’s South Island’s West Coast.

    Stay tuned as our Tiki Tour continues!

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    Mindful in Milford

    Chapter Six – Out in the Wop Wop

    Mindful in Milford Sound

    We have been offline and out of cell range for the past four days as we toured the incredible South Island area known as Milford Sound.  It definitely is out in the Wop-Wop! No technology distractions to take attention away from the scenery – which takes your breath away. No technology distractions keeps us mindful of our surroundings.  I’ve never seen anything quit like it, although it is reminiscent of fjords we have enjoyed in Chili, Alaska, and Norway.  But I think more beautiful than any of those.  And the road to get here had some frightening yet exquisite moments – reminding us of driving in the Swiss Alps or the Road to Hanna. In fact, it’s become a bit of a joke as we wander about the world how often we start a sentence with “this reminds me of…”.

    We spent two glorious days in the Aoraki Mount Cook area, hiking and exclaiming around every corner how stunningly beautiful it was.  We couldn’t imagine anything prettier.  Then we drove south to Milford and “Wow”.  Milford is actually not a “Sound” it is a glacially carved fjord (sound is created by a river fjord by a glacier) and is part of New Zealand’s largest National Park – Fjordland National Park.

    In some ways the fjords are comparable to other astounding world sites we have seen and yet also other-worldly.  So many similarities and yet so magnificently unique as well.  Glaciers on the mountain tops and it feels you could just reach out and touch them.  The sun glinting off the snow and the waterfalls that tumble hundreds of feet into the water –  everywhere you look.  Moss covered forests with unusual looking ferns – I keep imagining Bilbo Baggins with his giant feet will come trodding down path.  This is the place we were fully prepared to experience soaking rain.  And yet, the sun has shown her magnificent face each day and blessed us by illuminating the spectacular mountains falling straight into the sea (or more accurately jutting straight out of the sea), the greenest greens of mossy forests and the brightest skies of azure blue, and the clearest water where the fish look up at you and give you a wink.

    Milford Sound.  Magical.  Magnificent.  Mindful.  My Fab Fifties Life.

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    The Girls: A Novel By Emma Cline

    This week I read “The Girls:A Novel” by Emma Cline. I can’t remember how this book got added to my “to read” list. Honestly I wasn’t even sure what it was about when I started it. But I’m glad I stumbled on it.

    The story follows the life of Evie switching back and forth from her 14-year-old self in 1969 to her present day middle-aged, single and unemployed self. At 14 Evie falls into a California “cult” that has all the markings of Charles Manson and Helter Skelter. Evie is a lonely and unhappy teen and finds what she believes to be people who care about her in the cult.

    But of course things turn bloody – And I found the bloody part difficult to read.

    A set of lucky circumstances keeps Evie from completely ruining her entire life, unlike other characters in the book, but Evie’s experience brands her and keeps her from ever truly being happy.

    A haunting story so much like real life events.

    “The Girls:A Novel” by Emma Cline ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

    Next up – “The Dollhouse: A Novel ” by Fiona Davis

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    Time to Tiki Tour the Wop-Wop

    Chapter Six -New Zealand Impressions

    We have been in New Zealand 12 days already. Several words come to mind to describe this country in my early impressions;

    CHEERFUL – the people here! Wow!  They are all so happy and nice. Something in the water?  Or maybe they realize how good they’ve got it in this beautiful country.

    PATRIOTIC – everyone we talk to loves their

    Vineyards

    country and wants to tell you all the things you shouldn’t miss while you are here. They actually seem to like tourists.

    COURTEOUS – the roads in New Zealand aren’t freeways. And they do drive fast and on the left. But everyone is so courteous. They don’t use their horn, they allow others to pass when it’s safe. Also everywhere there are these one lane bridges. Everyone waits their turn. And it works. It just

    Blues and greens

    works.

    FUNNY – New Zealanders love to give things nicknames and it’s fun to listen to them talk.  Of course they call themselves Kiwis; their flip flops are jandles; sunglasses are sunnies; breakfast is brekkie.  Clothes are togs, the corner market is the dairy, caravan is a camper and wop-wop is out in the boonies. Ta means thanks, stoked is excited and choka means overflowing.  And the one I like the best is “tiki-tour”  that’s what we are on – a tour without any real destination.

    Interesting finds while tramping

    OUTDOORSY – Trekking (or tramping as it is also called) is a national pastime and everyone young and old is out tramping about on the trails everywhere we go. Being on the water is also a national pastime (this is an island after all) and people are on the beach, in the water and on the

    The trails

    water in kayaks, paddle boards, dinghies, sailboats, ski boats, water taxis, cruisers, yachts, ferries and cruise ships. Boats are everywhere.

    CLEAN – the water is the clearest and cleanest I have seen anywhere in the entire world. There is not a speck of litter ANYWHERE! The beaches are pristine as are the woods and trails and roads. And everywhere there are clean and efficient FREE public FLUSH toilets WITH TOILET PAPER!!!!

    Bathrooms

    GORGEOUS – we have spent most of our time so far enjoying the stunning scenery of the South Island and have been blessed with sunshine the past seven days. As we begin to journey farther south tomorrow I’m anticipating cooler and wetter weather. But even with the rain comes more waterfalls and beautiful rivers.

    COLOR – the multiple hues of green are amazing.

    Beautiful

    Who knew there could be so many shades of green. And the turquoise of the water is such a surprise.

    EXPENSIVE – alas it’s not perfect. New Zealand is expensive. Gas is around $5.50 US per gallon. Groceries are very expensive, but not as expensive as eating out. Our Airbnb’s have been reasonable, but tomorrow we pick up our camper van. It will average about $100 a day (plus gas – yikes!).

    So starting tomorrow we are off in our caravan, wearing our sunnies and jandles, headed to the wop-wop on our tiki-tour.  And we’re stoked!

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    And on the 7th Day…

    Why our rest days are so important – Chapter Six

    A new acquaintance commented recently that he thought our “Grand Adventure” sounded exhausting. He didn’t think he could travel non- stop.

    Vineyards on my run this morning.

    And we can’t either. I explained to him our strategy of staying in one place for extended periods of time, and more importantly taking “days off”. Today happens to be one of those days. I usually call it
    being a veg.

    We slept til nine and then drank coffee in bed, read the news from home and talked to our son in Burkina until nearly 11:00am. This is the way a normal Sunday used to go when we owned a house and were working.

    Brunch was throwing together whatever was left in fridge and pantry

    Our veg day continued with a 3 mile run, three loads of laundry and “brunch” at 1:00pm. We then spent an hour laying out our itinerary for the next 12 days on the South Island before heading off to stock up on groceries.

    The remainder of the day was spent back at the

    Getting to know the various animals at our Airbnb. This is Storm.

    Airbnb reading and of course the daily obligatory scrabble game.

    This probably sounds like a typical weekend day for most of you. And I love these days. It not only feels good

    The chickens wait outside the door for a treat. Sometimes they knock.

    to catch up on miscellaneous chores, but it just feels good, “normal” and rejuvenating.

    I’ll be ready to be Adventure girl again by tomorrow!

    😉

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    Glamping on the Abel Tasman

    Chapter Six – New Zealand’s Upper South Island

    I’m finding one of the most enjoyable parts of our grand adventure is the feeling of accomplishment in both physical endurance as well as in logistical planning. Our just-completed three-day hike on the Abel Tasman Track in the most northerly section of New Zealand’s South Island ticked both those boxes.

    The view and the water color was spectacular

    New Zealand was high on the destination list as we began our world tour planning three years ago. Hiking the Abel Tasman Track became part of the discussion about a year ago. So

    New Zealand’s famous silver fern. Silver on the bottom.

    early on day one of our hike we stopped and just breathed it all in. Look where we are!  We aren’t just talking about it, we are doing it! It’s such a remarkable, joyful, invigorating and even spiritual feeling. Accomplishing goals is my drug of choice.

    Parts of the trail was through lush green jungle-like forests

    Our journey was made especially lovely through the help of the Abel Tasman Guides out of Nelson, New Zealand. We knew we did not want to have a guide

    So many birds we have never seen before!

    lead us on our hike, but we also knew the logistical needs of sleeping and eating on the trek were going to be a challenge.  We are not traveling with camping gear and so that is where the Abel Tasman Guides come to the rescue.

    We were picked up at our Nelson hotel and transported to Marahau where we parted with our largest pack and kept just a daypack.  Our large pack would be transported ahead for us.  We then boarded the Abel Tasman Aqua Taxi for the ride to the beginning of our hike.

    It was cloudy and drizzly and the sea was quit rough as the boat not only brought us to our destination

    Our journey begins

    safely, but included several side tours into inlets and bays with our skipper describing the history, geology and flora

    Split Apple Rock as seen from the Abel Tasman Water Taxi

    and fauna of the area. We reached our destination of Totaranui after about two hours. Here is where our

    The views!!

    hike would begin. And by the grace of the Maori – the sun came out!

    The first day was only about 6 miles and it provided us some of the most amazing scenery I’ve ever seen

    At the estuary

    in my life. We had been advised to take our time, because we needed to cross an estuary at low tide, which wasn’t until 4:00pm.

    We arrived at the estuary just before 4:00 and the

    A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

    unusually high tide combined with recent flooding from previous days had the water running much higher than usual. We

    Oyster catcher

    watched other hikers ford the stream with water up to their chest and waist. We waited about thirty minutes and then decided to give it a go. I didn’t mind getting my shorts wet because I had another pair but I really wanted to keep my shirt dry so I decided to wade across in my bra and shorts. It makes for a good story and the reality is we only got wet up to our upper thighs.

    Day one was finished as we arrived at the Awaroa Glamping site. Owner Mike greeted us with beer, wine and a smile. We were his only guests that night and he made us a delicious dinner of edamame, coleslaw and three kinds of pizza in his outdoor pizza oven. We had hot showers and then slept in a tent with a double bed inside. I slept like a rock.

    Day two Mike made us breakfast before escorting us back to the trail where we said our farewells and began our trek. This was our longest day and the weather made life grand. Sunshine and blue skies prevailed as we tramped along admiring the interesting plants and birds and spectacular

    Tree feens look like palm trees but are actually ferns.

    turquoise water.  When we arrived at the next tidal crossing the water was again very high. But here we had the option of adding an hour to our day by

    Inside a dead tree fern

    going around and over a headland to avoid wading. We opted to go around. Our total distance on day two was 17 miles.

    Glamping tonight was at Anchorage where huge multi-

    Glamping night two

    room tents were set up for us as well as several other trekkers. Dinner tonight was enjoyed with several other couples; a young American couple from California, a young French couple on their honeymoon, a “seasoned” fabulous American couple(just like us!) from Durango,

    Salmon dinner at Anchorage.

    Colorado traveling with their friends, two “seasoned” fabulous New Zealand couples. We all hit it off

    Dinner together night two

    and dined on salmon, salad, potatoes and chocolate brownies, prepared by Chris and the Abel Tasman Guide service.

    Day three allowed us to get a bit later start after breakfast as we headed out for a ten-mile final trek. We once again ogled the views, never seeming to tire of it. We ate our lunch and napped for an hour on the golden sand beach at

    A bit of a rest.

    Apple Tree Bay before arriving at our final destination back at Marahau. Here we joined our new friends for celebratory beers before the two-hour bus ride back to Nelson.

    The end of the journey

    We could not have enjoyed it any more than we did-  such a blessing to be here and to accomplish a 32 mile trek and come out smiling on the other end.

    And our time in New Zealand has barely just begun! We have more than five weeks to go!

     

    Cheers Mate!

    Chapter Six continues…

    Fabulous!