Rangitoto

Aside from its incarnation as a work of art, Rangitoto is a volcanic island, just off the coast of Auckland in New Zealand. It is a young soul: by the standards of islands, it is only 600 years old. I read that the Maori who were already living in New Zealand were awed at its creattion. Imagine a volcanic eruption creating land out of fire and sea.




This view is from the peak which we hiked up on a warm summer's day. Auckland is beautiful. Funny how cities can look calm through the haze of distance and blue skies.


The island is made entirely of black, jagged volcanic rock that was killer on my boots. I admit I am a klutz, but by the end of the hike, my soles were shredded.









Some people got tired on the hike and needed an afternoon nap. I hate naps. As AE Houseman wrote,

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad; when the journey's over
There'll be time enough for sleep.