The Boy from Gorge River - Audible, NZ accent
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the boy from Gorge River from New Zealand's remote, his family to the world beyond. Written by chris long and read by Jackson Bliss. The engine ribs and the propellers of Hank Sprouse Cessna 185 bite into the air. The acceleration pushes my sister Robin and me into the backs of our seats. We are racing down the Queen's Sound runway at the base of the iconic, remarkable mountain range, and soon we say goodbye to the ground, rising up and over the deep blue water of Lake wanaka tipu. After a banking, right hand turn, we fly northwest through skippers saddle in Queenstown with its roads, supermarkets and crowded streets fades into the distance behind us. Hank is using his vast experience of flying in Fiordland to stare us skillfully through the tacit covered mountains of skippers range past the last township of Glen, or Key, and on into the heart of the mighty southern alps we have to find a way through these tall, cloud covered peaks to reach our home at Gorge River, next to the ocean on the other side. Although I have flown these mountains more than 50 times over the years, it is never boring as we enter the rock burn valley, the strong southwesterly winds that are ripping in from the southern ocean, passing every river valley in the southern alps begin to buffet us above us, the layer of cloud is thickening clinging like cotton wool to the jagged peaks rising on each side of the valley. We are flying through, we are heading towards Park pass the lowest point in the mountains in front and everything hinges on the cloud layer being high enough above the pass to let us through Robin and I glanced at each other and in that instant of time no words need to be spoken. We've been through this process of going home so many times that we almost call this exhilarating experience normal. Almost. I am actually en route from a deserted tropical island in Tonga to Antarctica. After receiving a last minute contract for my dream job as a field trainer at scott base, I hitchhiked off the island on a luxury catamaran yacht. This will be my one chance to see my family at Gorge River before disappearing to the land of snow, ice and penguins for the next five months. Getting home is always complicated and dad has spent the last week trying to organize his flight through our satellite broadband internet connection. First he contacted our regular pilot and family friend Roger Monk, but his plan is currently undergoing a routine maintenance check in wanaka. Then he tried Hugh but he was away in Australia and couldn't fly us either. While at Suva airport in Fiji, I received an email from dad informing me, Hank had agreed to do the flight. Hank usually flies to milford sound forth tourists each day and a flight to Gorge River is a nice change from the usual milk run for him