Instead Mike and I decided to have a little man date and we
went out for some delicious ribs followed by a dip in the local hot springs. It
was a relaxing way to end our drive to Frans Josef, which was a mess of hairpin
turns and one-way bridges – some of which were also shared with trains!
Queenstown is in many ways like Whistler. It’s a ski town
with a village framed by mountains, fancy shops and hotels. With ski season
just around the corner in this part of the world the shops were filled with
colourful ski and snowboard gear. You could tell that in a couple of weeks the
place would be buzzing with snow enthusiasts looking to cut their first tracks
of the year or to extend their north of the equator season.
While winter is the main attraction in Queenstown there are
a host of other activities to do which range from sky diving and bungee jumping
to water pursuits like river rafting and parasailing. I chose to spend my
morning mountain biking and I rented a plush All Mountain bike from one of the
shops and headed for a series of trails called 7 mile.
When I got to the trails some guys from Ireland were just
about to head out and I asked if I could join them. They gladly let me join and
we spent the next 3 hours flying through the woods.
The trails here were some of the best I’ve ever seen. They were
made up of a series of moderate climbs followed by some really flowing downhill
switchbacks with berms, whoops and small jumps. My full squish bike climbed
like a billy goat and on the way down felt like a dirt bike as it ripped around
the berms and soaked up the bumps. I left the woods a bit muddy and more stoked
than I have felt in days. It was awesome!
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