Greymouth, the aptly named town from whence no traveler returns. (Greymouth, New Zealand)

Well if that’s not Mount Doom behind those clouds, I don’t know what is. (Franz Joseph, New Zealand)

Fern Gully. (Fern Gully, New Zealand)

The fall draws you in before turning you into a pile of stones. (Western New Zealand)

Queenstown, Tom, Queenstown, repeat.  (Queenstown, New Zealand)

 

I love how many of the things we come up with to “do” basically involve taking normal daily tasks and making them much more difficult (I’m looking at you, camping).  This is the Minus 5 Bar, which is a bar in a freezer, with ice cups and parkas. (Queenstown, New Zealand)

Ad bowls for bowls. (Queensland, New Zealand)

Queenstown New Zealand, the adventure sports capital of the country, where we discovered “Bowls”, or lawn bowling.  The photos of champions on the wall of the clubhouse included nobody under age 65. (Queenstown, New Zealand)

David’s trip to New Zealand is more pilgrimage than vacation. (Wellington, New Zealand)

The Arts, as practiced from Adam’s gigantic window (it’s about twice as tall as what you see here). (Wellington, New Zealand)

Carcassonne in the hotel lobby. (Sydney, Australia)

Carcassonne in the hotel lobby. (Sydney, Australia)

John. In a karaoke room. At the mic. (Palo Alto, CA)

Following the best steak I've ever eaten, last December. (Seattle, WA)