Mashed Potatoes, Yeah Yeah Yeah!

Considering the “bubble” like feel of my small Milford community, there really is quite a multitude of things to keep one busy. The dreaded B-word (“Bored” - *in hushed tones) hasn't even come close to escaping my lips. Exploring the stunning surroundings and working full-time has turned me into a busy little bee (correction – Sandfly), and I am having a great time!

On my first weekend off, I decided to go for an afternoon hike with three of my work friends, John, Jonathon, and Angie. John, having worked in Milford before, knew about a local secret trail which leads to the top of Bowen Falls, the Energizer Bunny of waterfalls in Milford. This is because firstly, it's flow generates enough electricity to supply Milford in its entirety. And secondly, it just keeps going and going and going, unlike the thousands of waterfalls that seem to magically appear whenever there's rain. Given that it was the first sunny and dry day in about a weeks time, the four of us were eager to tromp around, up, and through the dense and sodden rain forest.

The trail entrance was camouflaged and nearly impossible to spot. But, once discovered, we had John leading the way yelling, “Mud!” or “Branch!” as our sneakers squished through the soggy trail and dew-dropped leaves and fern fronds brushed our calves. We skipped (carefully...) over rocky streams and crept Spiderman-like through nearly vertical “V” shaped mountain sides. Then, we really started climbing! Ropes had been secured to trees and rocks in years past, and we were scaling up the side of the mountain, gripping fiercely to the ropes and praying that they wouldn't break or slip loose. I felt like an Amazon warrior woman! with a photographic edge.

After tramping our way up the bush, we came to the Pipeline which carries water from the top of Bowen Falls to the hydro-electric building at the base of the mountain. There was more rope and metal rods here to assist our climb, and eventually we just balanced our way to the top using the Pipeline as our cylindrical walkway.

Eventually, we reached the river that fed into Bowen Falls and began to make our way down-stream, hopping over boulders and splashing through the swift currents. Another short trek through the bush led us straight to where the river becomes waterfall – the majestic Bowen Falls. The view from the lookout was just spectacular! I could see the multicolored foreshore with it's greens and browns and blues, the silhouette of Mitre Peak, and the seemingly endless passage of water that winds it's way through the Milford Sound. I could have stayed up there for hours.

The next day, I walked to the foreshore with Jonathon and Leo to fly my stunt kite in the steady day breeze. We named my kite “Kea” after one of the native birds of the area. The colors of the kite and the colors of the Kea's wings are very similar so it seemed like a fitting name for my sky-high toy. With a backdrop of glacier carved mountains and the dark flow of water making its way out to the Tasman Sea, I'd have to say this is one of the most eye-appealing places that I've had the opportunity to practice flying my kite. It absolutely made my day!

After such a refreshing weekend filled with a rain forest tramp and some excellent hours of kite flying, it seemed like perfect timing to start giving some major thanks for the blessings I've had over the past year. And what better way to do that then with a proper Thanksgiving feast! My two fellow American co-workers, Jonathon from California and Crystal from Alaska, took over the meal preparations as I had begrudgingly come down with a nasty, energy zapping bug. But, there was no WAY I was missing out on this year's Thanksgiving celebration!

First and foremost, I have to give mad props to Jonathon and Crystal for their incredible Thanksgiving cooking! The table was piled high with dressing, meatballs, gravy, veggies and dip, and of course, the center piece – a golden-brown mashed potato “Turkey,” complete with a celery and carrot stick fantail, black olive eyes, and a sundried-tomato gobbler. It was priceless! Our staff gathered together over Saigon's best China (paper plates and mismatched forks) and between mouthfuls, we share stories of the first Thanksgiving and the friendship between the Pilgrims and Native Americans. To top off the dinner, Jonathon had made both pumpkin AND sweet potato pie and served it with fresh whipped topping. Bellies were seriously bursting by the meal's end. A Kiwi-Thanksgiving success!