THERE HAVE been ancient wonders, natural wonders, modern wonders, but as far as I know there have never been tramping wonders.
There’s a sense that when you go in search of wonder, you have to travel far or go to great effort – think the Pyramids of Giza, the Grand Canyon, the Great Barrier Reef, and, closer to home, our own Milford Sound. But extensive travel isn’t needed, for wonder can be found on a simple tramp.
It’s found in the friends we walk with, the meals we eat and share, the huts we stay in, the plants we pass and the birds that pass us, and the songs they sing at dawn. There’s wonder to be had in the pitter-patter of rain on the hood of our raincoat and…
