
View from peak: Farmland and Ocean in the background

The classic New Zealand "Thumbs Up" pose

Borrowed terminology from the Starkville crew - this is a "Death Cookie". Props to Avery.

What is a wild parrot doing on the ski slopes?
What a unique skiing experience we had; like no other we've ever had. It only took an hour of driving after Jonny picked us up at 7 a.m. to get to the parking lot at Mt. Hutt. By the way, the parking lot and a ski rental shop with restaurant are the only things on the mountain. The closest town is about 20 minutes away and it requires a 4WD or tyre (NZ spelling) chains to get to the parking lot of the ski slope. Everything is above the tree line at 6800 ft., which is a little different from home.
From the peak of the mountain we could see mountain ranges in one direction and the ocean and flatland (equivalent to The Delta) in the other direction. We found some fresh powder on some isolated trails that were labeled "Experts Only" (Kate was a little skeptical). Many a death cookies were avoided on the slopes; these balls of ice will take you out in a heartbeat. Once we were knackered (this is a Jonny-ism which means extremely tired) we headed down and discovered the parrot above on top of someone's car. This was the perfect end to a not-so-normal day of skiing/snowboarding.