Dawn on Milford Sound
It is dawn, Wednesday morning, on the top deck of the Milford Mariner, moored in Hamilton Cove in the Milford Sound. A cloudless sky, slowly brightening, the Southern Cross still shining overhead. Wow. We started our voyage to Milford yesterday morning. After a somewhat hurried breakfast at Joe's Garage (our third in a row; what a great place!) we boarded our bus. Our driver was Carl. He said hello. Then didn't stop talking the rest of the day. Born and raised on the South Island near Queenstown, a former guide, he was a fount of knowledge about everything kiwi. At one point Andie said to me, "he talked about wool for twenty minutes. That's when I stopped listening." He also talked about deer farming, the difference between fencing for deer farming vs. sheep farming, the details on the road on which we were driving, the deterioration of the quality of driving on said road, the reason for said deterioration, and many other things. He was delig