Funny story:
Yesterday, Jon and I were going to go skiing at Whakapapa as usual on a beautiful day off. Then we realized that our car wasn't going to make it up the mountain with the amount of gas (or Petrol, as they say here) that was in our car. No worries, we'll just stop by the gas station and get some, right? WRONG. Um, the gas station was out of gas. That's New Zealand for you. And the nearest gas station is in Ohakune, 35 km away from our current location. Here's a tip, fill up a gas can with Petrol, and carry it with you always. You never know when you will simply not be able to get what you need!

Anyways, it wasn't a problem for us. We did indeed have to drive 35km out of our way just to get gas, though. So instead of driving the hour it would have taken us to get back on track, we just went skiing on the other side of the mountain, called Turoa. Dude, the drive to Turoa is just beautiful! The road curves through all kinds of foresty vegetation. The drive that takes me to work at Whakapapa is entirely fields with sheep, and then fields of lava rocks. That's all. When I found out that the people working on the other side get to have that drive to work, I felt cheated. So we had a great time just getting there. And once there, we had a great time attempting jumps on the little terrain park. It was the perfect balance since Jon is more comfortable jumping on things than I am, and I am more comfortable skiing than he is. So it evened out.

It was a really good day. Yay!

Jalissa