New Zealand 7: The Tongariro Crossing… a Tale of ice picks and wet socks

For more New Zealand posts Click Here That 4:30am wake up call came way too soon after a fitful night of sleep at Blue Duck Station. Jolted awake by the sheep bleating of M’s alarm, I groaned and rolled over, determined to stay in my warm bunk bed forever. But it was time to conquer the … More New Zealand 7: The Tongariro Crossing… a Tale of ice picks and wet socks