The Deadliest Catch
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009After 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: