Glacier-walking's blend of beauty and adrenalin leaves Liz Light spellbound.
I'm snaking my body into a skinny fissure in a translucent blue mountain of ice. There are tonnes of the stuff above, below and all around. The light inside the ice cave is eerie-blue and beautiful, but my pulse rate returns to normal only when I'm out the other side with the sky above.
It's another world up there, high on a creeping, creaking glacier. Squeezing through ice caves and crevasses is thrilling, as is inching between just-frozen lakes and ice cliffs and climbing steps cut into near-vertical walls of ice.
The West Coast glaciers, and there are two close to each other, Franz Josef and Fox, are unique in the world in that they begin high in the mountains and fall steeply — 2600m over 13km — to finish in lush rainforest. They are also unique in that they are advancing, in these times of receding glaciers and global warming. This, the guide explains, relates to intersecting weather patterns from hot, dry Australia and cold Antarctica meeting above the coast and dumping an increasing amount of snow on the west side of the Southern Alps.
But the Maori explanation of their advancement is that broken-hearted Hine Hukatere is weeping more; these glaciers are her frozen tears. Hine loved climbing these mountains and persuaded her lover Wawe, who she met while he was looking for jade in lowland rivers, to climb with her. He, less experienced, was caught in an avalanche and swept to his death, and Hine still cries for him.