With an extra day to spare in Queenstown, we (read Drew) elected to go fishing. Finding a guide was relatively easy; we’d asked the last time we were in Melbourne for recommendations. The fishing was anything but.
Our guide drove us an hour out of town, past Glenorchy, to a gin clear stream. We were near Lake Sylvan, at the southern end of Mount Aspiring National Park. The overcast sky made spotting the fish difficult and the clear water made their spotting us easy. Still, we tried our best. Without waders, the water was cold and left our legs feeling a bit numb.
Nothing was surface feeding and we only caught a glimpse of a tail. However, being out in a river surrounded by alpine meadows was wonderfully relaxing. We’ll drive further up the west coast tomorrow. A few extra pictures here.