Mt Cook & Kea Point: 10 Years Of Pilgrimage – Part One

299384_952657130680_1286931103_n“It is an act of worship just to sit and look at high mountains.” – Sir Edmund Hillary

I’ve been neglecting you all, and I’m sorry. Time isn’t just flying – it’s a peregrine falcon in a dive. I don’t know where it goes. It did stand still for a moment, however, and let me make an escape on the Easter weekend. I hope you all managed to take a break too. I’ve missed a couple of posts, so here’s a two, no, three-parter. I did a lot of thinking on the weekend, and it wants to come out in words.

Aoraki Mt Cook (‘cloud piercer’ in Maori) sits majestically in the middle of New Zealand’s South Island. It’s the tallest mountain in the country, at 3,754 metres, and a four hour foray from my humble abode in Queenstown, through breathtaking scenery. Sir Edmund Hillary cut his teeth there – he’s the one famous for climbing some other mountain and being the only New Zealander to appear on a bank note in his lifetime (he insisted it be Mt Cook that appear on its background).

As I skipped along the track to Kea Point and a view of the peak, I realised I’d first stepped on its slats ten years ago now, almost to the month. I counted the number of times I’d visited this sanctuary in that time, hoping to count to ten (much as you might raise an eyebrow, I do appreciate a little order and symmetry in life). Although I tried to distort the stats by counting times I’d driven past and enjoyed the view from afar, the number of times I actually went into the wilds of the national park and trod to Kea Point came to eight. I realised both how much my life changed in between those trips and how little my experience of Mt Cook did. No matter how many times I’ve dropped by to say hi, the mountain has always taken my breath away. The glacier may be receding and my life may be ever-changing, but the important things don’t change. Nature reigns there, in all its glory, and the national park remains a place you can find beauty seeping through all your senses.

My first visit was during my gap year, around this time back in 2004. I’d finished school, spent six months living in Singapore with my cousin’s family, working for a shipping company, and was now with one of the best travelling companions to be found, scrambling across the islands without a care in the world. 2004 was the first time I’d truly felt free – New Zealand was the first place. That trip to Mt Cook we couldn’t afford to both eat well and sleep in a bed, so we decided to share a buffet dinner and to drive through the night. First, we walked to Kea Point. Darkness fell as we approached the end of the track and you could see the stars standing out above the monarch’s snowy silhouette. The bad news was that my camera battery died the moment I called upon it. The good news was that I already knew I’d be back someday. We hit the road after midnight, the plan of driving through the night slightly railroaded by running out of petrol and having to camp outside the nearest town’s petrol station until it opened at 7.30.

I didn’t return for seven and a half years. In the meantime, I went to Cambridge, gained a degree, and transitioned easily into the big-city-life of London Town, working for Ernst & Young. But both freedom and New Zealand remained on my mind. When I decided to change career and country / quit, there were many who called me crazy. There were some who accused me of wanting to relive, or at least recall, the glory of my gap year, and who warned me it would never work. There were others who couldn’t believe I was swan-diving off the corporate ladder and into oblivion. Even I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Initially, all I knew was that I wanted to be in New Zealand for the rugby world cup, so I went…

Have you ever stuck to a decision that made other people call you crazy? Do you have a place of peace you can always go and find beauty / a boost? I’ll be back tomorrow – I’ve found ten years is too long to squeeze into one post (here’s the second) :p

10 thoughts on “Mt Cook & Kea Point: 10 Years Of Pilgrimage – Part One

  1. julz

    cool story sara. makes me want to go on a road trip there. we should scramble some drinking buddies and hit the road maybe a farewell for lenna or something? p.s. next time I see you remind me about the five dollar note ill show you a bar trick with it.

    1. Sara Litchfield Post author

      Thanks Julz 🙂 I loooove road trips – I’m keen! Though I can’t believe how soon Lena’s leaving now… I’m intrigued about the five dollar note – I won’t forget to ask!

  2. Deborah Makarios

    Some people thought I was crazy to leave my (bottom-rung) job to take up full time writing. Speaking of which, better go write!
    Btw, I love how you speak casually of dropping in to say hi to a mountain. Did you send a get well soon card when the top fell off, or was that before your decade?

    1. Sara Litchfield Post author

      I think it’s the opposite of crazy 🙂 hope it’s going well! Lol you’re right, I should’ve sent a postcard at least!

  3. Aussa Lorens

    Oh this is so timely with my NYC post! Though I think your rugged mountain has more charm than that city probably 😉 I liked your line about how your life had changed so much between your visits but the mountain never had– there are several places that feel that way for me as well.

    1. Sara Litchfield Post author

      I thought that when I saw your NYC post lol! And it’s so weird you’re about to be away and have guest posters because I dreamt a few days ago I emailed you with a possible post in case you wanted one for the next time you’re away! Weird subconscious – weird.

      I’m glad you have places like that! It’s so wonderful to be able to go somewhere life just stops… Have an amazing time in the Big Apple 🙂

      1. Aussa Lorens

        Sooo funny that you dreamt that! I often dream about bloggers/blogging as well! Interesting….

        I will need guest posters again in June ( I think… I hope…) so if you dream anything up, let me know 😉

        1. Sara Litchfield Post author

          Ah lordy, that would be epic – deal! I’ll try and remember the actual one from my dream and send you a draft – I wish I’d sleep-written it down. It was funny, I’m sure it was funny…

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