Sigh. One of my 'lifetime trips' is about to start. Three weeks on New Zealand's south island. I've been so busy going back-and-forth up to Seattle, I've hardly had time to think about it. And now it's time to go. Ken and I have been scoping out hikes we'd like to do, but the only definite is that we're doing the Milford Track after Ken's brother joins us midway through our stay. Called "the most beautiful walk in the world," it's also a fairly easy one (53 km over 4 days...and, yes, I mean easy for us). Hopefully it'll snap Ken's brother out of his jetlaggy self (he comes in the day before we start on it).
Man...I'm excited to go. The flight from San Francisco is only 13 hours. I think I'm going to spend some serious time stretching out tonight and tomorrow...but it all depends on how much I can squeeze in between Skeena's belly rubs and neck scratches.
My dad is recovering nicely. Over the weekend we traversed a few car lots and walked around some grocery stores, and although he's not up-to-snuff by any means, he sure does look and walk well considering not a week-and-a-half ago he had major surgery on his heart. He'll stay in Seattle until I return from NZ, and then he'll come down for one of his buffet extravanganzas.
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