And then you see it. After months of anticipation, track closures, a lockdown, a flight, two shuttles and a water taxi, Glade Wharf emerges from the mist in the northernmost reaches of Lake Te Anau. It’s the fabled gateway to Aotearoa’s most famous walk, the Milford Track, and the anticipation is killing me.
It’s early December, and we are amongst the first few hundred trampers back on the track since the floods from last February flattened Fiordland. It’s my first time walking the track, and I don’t know what to expect. On-board the water taxi, two Chilean men float in a sea of buoyant Kiwi trampers – a sign of the times. My partner starts chatting to them in Spanish, and already I’m hit with the nostalgia of pre-Covid tramping,…