Friday, April 16, 2010

Postcards from New Zealand: Day Thirty-Three

Tonight, we are sleeping in a camphouse part-ways up Mt. Taranaki, so that in the morning, we can start our hike right from our bedside. The building's walls are corrugated metal, and it's been here since 1905. Even 100 years ago, people were crazy enough to come out here and climb to the top of this mountain. What is it that makes a person want to work so hard to get to the top of something when there isn't anything there, but a long way back down?

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