Late in the afternoon after our walk around Lake Matheson, we went into Fox Glacier and checked on helicopter flights for the following morning. We wanted to see the area from the air. The weather was supposed to be bad, so we were told not to expect a flight, but to show up anyway.
Luckily, while it was still overcast the next day, the bad weather held off and we loaded up on the helicopter. Delia and I were the only ones on the flight with the pilot, Dion. We’d seen the magnificence of the area from on the ground, now it was going to be from the air and we weren’t disappointed.
Our flight included Mount Cook and Fox Glacier. Mount Cook is 12,218 feet tall. Comparing that to Colorado, we have 53 14,000 foot peaks. The difference here is that this location is near the ocean, not already a mile high.
The day before, we’d visited the beach at the Tasman Sea. So we had literally gone from sea level to over 12,000 feet.
And yes, I managed to get my feet into the water between bites from sand flies.
Now back to the flight. It was incredible. Early on, we were being buffeted around a bit and I was getting nervous, but once we made it around Mount Cook, the air settled down and I was too busy looking at views and taking photos to pay attention to anything else.
We were able to set down and walk out on the glacier. It was amazing. The pictures tell part of the story, but can’t capture how beautiful it really was. There are a number of different companies that provide flights to the glaciers and they all cost about the same. It was worth every penny.
The sun tried to break through but ended up being unsuccessful. The crevices added such wonderful textures across the snowy landscapes. The flight was over quickly. I’ll never forget how humbling it was to land on the glacier. A very small person in a very big ice field.
And as Forrest Gump would say, “That’s all I have to say about that.”