My mum's family is from Christchurch and Dad's is from the Bay of Plenty so once or twice a year when I was little, we'd make that long pilgrimage up State Highway 1 from Christchurch to Tauranga in our little bubble car. We'd always stop at Ninn's Bin in Kaikoura, it's a caravan where they sell fresh crayfish, we'd drive along, pop off, buy a cray, have it for lunch then go on to Picton to catch the ferry.
I was about 9 when we moved to Wellington, to Paremata, a little coastal community that looked out to Mana Island. I joined the sailing club with my best friend Charlotte and that's where I developed my love of the outdoors.
Studying physical education in Dunedin, we did lots of weekend missions, exploring Otago and Southland, or we'd head to Arrowtown, Queenstown and Wanaka for skiing. As part of that degree we did lots of outdoor pursuits, a week camping at Paradise near Glenorchy included going up river valleys and exploring the ranges and a week snow caving in the Cardrona Valley. A lot of my university memories are tied up with these outdoor adventures.
In my third year of university, my friend Jo and I did a season in Japan on the ski fields of Nagano. That was my first time in a country where I couldn't speak or read the language but I loved it, I loved that sense of being lost and relying on intuition to get around. Jo and I loved it so much we almost didn't return to Dunedin, we thought we'd just stay there and learn Japanese and ski and mountain bike forever. Such innocent 19-year-olds - but we came back and finished our degrees.