The Deadliest Catch
After a few days of checking the weather forecast, we finally decided to take a chance and head back to Tongariro National Park. Along the way we passed through Taupo, the Trout Fishing Capital of the World. We skipped the guided fishing trips that “guarantee” a catch (and also cost big $s). Eric rented a pole, bought a license, and headed for a stream. While I dreamed of the great dinner we were going to cook up campside, he spent some hours casting and reeling. The result? Well, here’s a picture of the little guy, but we had to throw him back. We had fajitas instead.
As we finally arrived in Tongariro National Park, the skies had cleared and we got a peek at Mt. Ngauruhoe. If that name doesn’t ring a bell, you might know it better as Mt. Doom. We spent a day walking through the mountains, waterfalls, and lava fields that make up the park (and much of the scenery from Mordor). It’s a little less scary on a sunny day:
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February 25th, 2009 at 9:25 pm
I guess nothin’ like the dollies at Aurora Lagoon on an ebb tide, huh?
February 26th, 2009 at 9:24 am
Gollum would have had a fit if he saw you throwing that fish back. The scenery must have been eye popping jaw dropping…
February 26th, 2009 at 8:54 pm
The camper van looks like good fun. I thought Eric knew how to fish? What with all that experience in Alaska 😉 Good thing you had the cans of soup to warm up.
February 28th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Yet another clear sign of the effects of commercial over-fishing !! Well done captain Ahab. Throw it back from wence it came.
Even the sock puppet is ashamed to show its face.