New Zealand: Franz Josef (still)

We wake up on Sunday morning and look out the window at the glacier, only to discover that it has gone missing, along with the mountain that it is supposed to be draped over. In its place is a featureless gray mist, of the sort that eats helicopters alive. Sure enough, our neato helihiking trip has been cancelled, and instead of scampering over surreal ice formations in a remote section of glacier, we have to settle for a more mundane hike up to the terminus. The walk is nice, but I am very disappointed.

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