Wanaka is a fairly sizable town on the southern flank of Lake Wanaka, which is fed by a bunch of streams and such from Mount Aspiring National Park. It is VERY picturesque.
We drove into town around midday and found our hotel, in this case the Hotel Mercure Oakridge. It's a little out of town and appropriately quiet. Comfortable too.
After having a tasty pub lunch at the Alivate Restaurant and Bar, we walked around and explored the town. After that we mostly just relaxed, but MrsGM suggested a plan for the following day - a road trip to the Fox Glacier.
And so we woke up bright and early and began the four hour journey to Fox Glacier, 260 kilometres away. It started comfortably enough. We stopped at a little road side stop on the western edge of Lake Hawea for some pics.
The road goes up the western side of Lake Hawea, before crossing over a land bridge known as The Neck, which separates that lake from Lake Wanaka. It then skirts up and around Mt Aspiring National Park, out to the western seaboard at Haast, and along up the coast. It's very windy, and on this day it was also very windy. And very wet. Seriously it was torrential. With the road going up and down the ranges, there were plenty of places where natural waterfalls were running across the tarmac.
That also led to us encountering this type of thing more than once.
Certainly added a lot of time to our trip, and an element of driving uncertainty in our little Yaris. Mind you there were again plenty of people who didn't let a little rain, or threat of being crushed by boulders, slow them down.
Speaking of locals...
The drive itself was nice enough. Or at least it would be on a clear day. But with the non-stop rain and clouds destroying the view we were just focussed on getting to the glacier.
Which we did to after about four and half hours behind the wheel. Or more accurately, we got to the carpark at Fox Glacier, where we learnt access to the glacier had been closed that morning due to bad weather and flood risks.
Boy were we thrilled!
All we could do was take a short walk down to a lookout near the carpark, but again the conditions stymied us.
Somewhere out there is a big sheet of ice, but if you can spot it you're doing better than I.
So after all that off we trudged back to Wanaka, through more rain, over more one way bridges, and around more slipped rock walls. It certainly was an adventure.
The total trip took us around 10 hours and it's now one of those memories we can laugh about. Which is just as good as one you treasure I guess.
Oh well.
Fortunately my next Wanaka experience would be slightly more positive. After almost two weeks in New Zealand, I was FINALLY about to do some fishing.