Mordor. The word brings to mind black rocks barren of foliage, a boiling sky, The Eye and Mount Doom. What doesn’t come to mind are aquamarine lakes, bright snow, windswept plains, icy streams, and rocks dyed red with the iron of countless volcanic eruptions. 824 more words
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Located in the middle of the North Island of New Zealand, Tongariro National Park holds a very special place in my heart. My parents have a modest little house located about 40km out, and my childhood years were spent exploring its thermal parks, lakes, forests, hot pools, and miscellaneous attractions (for some reason that included the Tongariro Trout Hatchery, an inexplicable favourite of my mothers, one that I believe she made my long suffering father attend again recently). 1,470 more words
I woke up around 4:00 am on Tuesday morning to pack up for our day hike along Tongariro Crossing in Tonagariro National Park. The weather was iffy, but the park tour guides gave us the go ahead to hike without them if we wanted, saving us $100 NZ in the process. 548 more words
Mount Doom likes to play games. The abominable, deadly weather kind of games.
After a long drive and a few days spent in the engaging town of Wellington, we decided we would drive back up to Tongariro to attempt the hike up Mount Ngauruhoe, more famously known as Mount Doom. 2,104 more words