Mother-and-daughter take skiing from one extreme to another across the Tasman, writes Sarah Blake.
UNSNAPPING my skis, I point my boots towards the top of a nearby peak where I’m assured I will find the view of a lifetime.
It’s just a 150m climb but that’s a long way for snowweary legs and, despite my guide’s urging, I silently doubt the trek will be worth it.
We have spent the morning on the slopes of aptly named The Remarkables on New Zealand’s South Island, our last day of skiing in an actionpacked week spent exploring the region.
As we reach the summit we are greeted by another beautiful view of sparkling lakes, lush pasture, soaring mountains with snow-capped spears and a brilliant blue sky.
It shouldn’t be a surprise. From the moment our plane began its descent towards Queenstown airport, beneath the peaks of its surrounding mountain range, we have been struck by the beauty of this part of the world.
One reason for our visit is to shift our skill level from intermediate. We have chosen to come in the late shoulder season, so it’s T-shirt skiing some days but with enough snow cover to satisfy picky alpine lovers.
While my focus is the slopes, for my unflappable daredevil teen it’s all about finding the biggest buzz. In New Zealand’s Queenstown and Wanaka region we find what we’re after.
As a determined respecter of gravity, I didn’t for a moment think I’d take the AJ