Claire and I spent the morning cleaning and scrubbing and doing general last minutely things. When we finally finished up, I snapped a few last pictures of our humble J'ville house, and then we went to our heavily loaded car to drive forward to the future.
It was all very momentous and exciting.
Closing the last locked door, or, who-knew-we-would-regret-this-thirty-seconds-later?
Unfortunately, as I stood at the driver's side of our car, I asked Claire if she had the car keys. This was only unfortunate because she looked blank, I had no idea where the keys were, and if we had left them in the house, well, all the doors were locked. Oops. We did a few futile loops of the house (sorry thieves and irresponsible movers, it turns out Claire is a very thorough door-locker and window-shut-er), then looked despairingly at Zigfrond, loaded down with a flat's worth of stuff.
It turns out the key was, unpredictably enough, in my bag the whole time! Ha! Ha! Ha! What a lark!
With that preliminary bout of heart attack out of the way, off we went to Wellington for our last round of errands and then up to Turangi to meet up with my brother.
We met him (about an hour and a half after we had planned to-- Sorry about that, brother mine!) at the Turangi i-Site where we found out that the grey weather that has been chasing us through the island was here to stay. I was hoping that the giant sodden blanket of clouds would miraculously clear in time for us to do the Tongariro Crossing, but the information lady seemed quite confident that that would not be the case. She told us the weather was predicted to be dismal and grey, with gusts of wind reaching 40 km/hr at the top of the mountain. She did not recommend doing the crossing tomorrow.
Ho hum, we thought, exchanging glances. As was our custom, we thanked her and decided to play it by ear.
Regardless of impending weather, it was exciting to be there: in Turangi with my brother and my most frondest of fronds, starting off on what promised to be an eventful adventure.
On the road!
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