<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:09:33.642-07:00</updated><category term='First ride'/><title type='text'>Kelly's Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-4747642769933229999</id><published>2009-02-16T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:05:24.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something over 3000km</title><content type='html'>I left not long ago from the Castle Hill area or so it seems.  However, its been several weeks in reality.  Since then I've made my way all the way to the South and back up to Dunedin.   After I came roaring out of the mountains of Arthur's Pass I headed into the center of the South Island for the great lakes and Mt Cook.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoS9PmvfvI/AAAAAAAAACc/z8FeENMw1Gc/s1600-h/P1020533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoS9PmvfvI/AAAAAAAAACc/z8FeENMw1Gc/s320/P1020533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303572354552528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I can tell you I remember most about the area is beautiful roads with miles of wild flowers on either side and the great peak of Mt Cook reflecting off the most vibrant turquoise lake water in the world, felt like I was in a Monet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoT3nANIJI/AAAAAAAAACk/7ZuNFDxevJs/s1600-h/P1020541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoT3nANIJI/AAAAAAAAACk/7ZuNFDxevJs/s320/P1020541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303573357265756306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The area was so powerful as well.  Normally a bicycle is ridden perpendicular to the road surface; however, I seemed to have to ride it at 45 degrees because of the winds that screamed across the plains from the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I made my way to Mt. Cook and fou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoVMZUTrXI/AAAAAAAAACs/SOsyy8SCbi0/s1600-h/P1020585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoVMZUTrXI/AAAAAAAAACs/SOsyy8SCbi0/s320/P1020585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303574813880855922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd myself on a private ridge around the back side surrounded by four or five glaciers and listening to the mountain crumble as the glaciers gouged away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanaka was next on the way where I stopped for some much needed R&amp;amp;R.  I spent a few days walking around the lake and rock climbing before Queenstown and some more serious endeavors.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoWEhDiP5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1NFGyLcEWT4/s1600-h/P1020652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoWEhDiP5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1NFGyLcEWT4/s320/P1020652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303575778030665618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 134meters the Nevis Bungy is the highest in New Zealand. I'm not sure how I brought myself to so calmly jump off the edge, but that's were the calm ended and the thrilling screams started.  Easily one of the most exciting moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to hike one of the most beautiful hikes in the world the next day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoXymL_nqI/AAAAAAAAADE/5JdZQoJGAKM/s1600-h/P1020713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoXymL_nqI/AAAAAAAAADE/5JdZQoJGAKM/s320/P1020713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303577669193932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Routeburn  has grassy fields, tropical jungles that turn to alpine forests and then rocky peaks sprinkled with frigged emerald green lakes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoW_RIqkjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V30YZBuWYOk/s1600-h/P1020706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoW_RIqkjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V30YZBuWYOk/s320/P1020706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303576787369497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Viewing at the top is unequaled because you can see everything, even the white crescent shapes of waves from the Tasman Sea miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milford  is indescribable.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoYljofPxI/AAAAAAAAADM/wi_qd5KxPqM/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoYljofPxI/AAAAAAAAADM/wi_qd5KxPqM/s320/P1020805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578544681467666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really one of those places that is so mysterious that you don't feel like you are awake.  Kayaking is defiantly the best way to see and touch this place.  The water falls are also quite refreshing if you can kayak up under them while they try to blow you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoZemcku_I/AAAAAAAAADU/WmmZw0_NF3I/s1600-h/P1020817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoZemcku_I/AAAAAAAAADU/WmmZw0_NF3I/s320/P1020817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579524689345522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewart Island is a quiet muddy little island where you'd swear belongs in the Caribbean if it were a little warmer. Three days of hiking gave me my first cold of the trip.  Doesn't sound so great but it was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Last Morning of riding, the Catlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoaQZfw-yI/AAAAAAAAADc/5v-4edRvKM0/s1600-h/P1020874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoaQZfw-yI/AAAAAAAAADc/5v-4edRvKM0/s320/P1020874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580380206529314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in Dunedin and planing to go the Northern Peninsula for some sun and warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Thankful for the friends and family I have and the love they give me.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta&lt;br /&gt;Kel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-4747642769933229999?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/4747642769933229999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=4747642769933229999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4747642769933229999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4747642769933229999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-over-3000km.html' title='Something over 3000km'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SZoS9PmvfvI/AAAAAAAAACc/z8FeENMw1Gc/s72-c/P1020533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-5290826008368506309</id><published>2009-01-20T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:46:58.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The South Island is sweet as</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello all my friends and family! I've just arrived in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Canterbury&lt;/span&gt; Plains outside of Christchurch and It seems that I've just been having so much fun that I've neglected to write. So after my amazing Christmas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blenheim&lt;/span&gt; I made my way out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Takaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for some climbing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Payne's&lt;/span&gt; Ford. On the way over the epic 15 Km &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Takaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hill I stopped in for the Cannon Downs New Years Festival for three days of music and fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Takaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful place to be in New Zealand and I somehow found myself staying for eleven or so days, not really sure how long it was. Later I made my way out to the west coast and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; coastline. Then Arthur's pass presented the hardest climb that I've encountered thus far. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;labored&lt;/span&gt; for almost two hours to stand on the top of the pass triumphant! Castle hill was a nice place to play too..! Love you all&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the photos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293614194205263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXayEBeSCBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TX4B0HbINuU/s320/P1020195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Top of the 15 Km hill. Ah that feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293615449743504226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXazNGt7M2I/AAAAAAAAACE/OpGNn8bA7Eo/s320/P1020356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just hanging out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Takaka&lt;/span&gt; Valley.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293612888191162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXaw4AMQVsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KnoLTtU_uzQ/s320/P1020433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;River kayaking near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Punakaiki&lt;/span&gt; on the west coast. I was the only one on the river that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293616925901345298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXa0jB1YUhI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ulGwgn9iQU/s320/P1020465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my greatest moments. I'm so happy to be on top of this pass that everyone said I was crazy to cycle up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293618323812918002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXa10ZdeIvI/AAAAAAAAACU/JJQRiJ5pD9o/s320/P1020513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the Magical Castle Hill as you can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-5290826008368506309?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/5290826008368506309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=5290826008368506309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/5290826008368506309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/5290826008368506309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2009/01/south-island-is-sweet-as.html' title='The South Island is sweet as'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SXayEBeSCBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TX4B0HbINuU/s72-c/P1020195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-4151257923737822878</id><published>2008-12-25T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:09:54.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the North Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id558"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id557"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id556"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id543"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id542"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id541"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id534"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id529"&gt;Its been awhile since I've posted last and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for those who have been checking every day and continue to see me eating the same fruit over and over. I've added a few new things for you. So whats happened since the last post is that I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Waitomo&lt;/span&gt; caves and had a blast clawing through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suffocating&lt;/span&gt; passages and abseiling down bone chilling waterfalls. I made my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taupo&lt;/span&gt; in a one day epic ride of 170 Km and found a town geared for the California tourist. There are lots of good places to eat and plenty of thrill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. I made plans to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tongariro&lt;/span&gt; Crossing after a rain delay of a few days. After the crossing I ran into a fellow cyclist who was riding a mountain bike and convinced me to follow him down 50 Km of gravel road on my road bike along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wanganui&lt;/span&gt; River. This actually turned out to be two days of the best riding so far. I think we only passed a dozen cars in two days on the road. Anyways after we got the the coast and turned for the push to Wellington the weather turned and we had a day and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of rain and headwinds, the worst flat none &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scenic&lt;/span&gt; riding so far. I spent two days in Wellington and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; an impromptu show by Katy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;. A fun city in the end. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; the ferry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Picton&lt;/span&gt; and met up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Waghorns&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Grovetown&lt;/span&gt; for a wonderful Christmas of farm fresh foods and some great company. They were so good at making me feel at home.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVQ_aBGnfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2lnb3Ap15As/s1600-h/Honk+3.30pm+11+Dec+-+Luke+%26+Jono+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283917979017772770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVQ_aBGnfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2lnb3Ap15As/s320/Honk+3.30pm+11+Dec+-+Luke+%26+Jono+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am a few hundred meters under the grownd in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haggas&lt;/span&gt; Holes. The ropes an abseil rack are a little worn for my taste.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283921349983316274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRCeO7bqTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0lY8d1MYl4o/s320/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kiwi Iron Man in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Taupo&lt;/span&gt;, very impressive!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283921683573341522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRCxppffVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1_ugDbB2QRg/s320/P1010984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Mt. Dome in the Lord of the Rings. I'm a little worried about it exploding. You can see the fear in my face.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283922209588035394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRDQRNKv0I/AAAAAAAAABE/QWpDzG1WKC0/s320/P1010996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The wind on the top of the pass was roaring. I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;staggering&lt;/span&gt; around like I was drunk up there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283922598571010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRDm6R76GI/AAAAAAAAABM/_4etGRtZsac/s320/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Literally 15 minutes later the skies cleared and I found myself next to the most colorful lake I've ever seen. Just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; moment.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283922948434165794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRD7Rn0ACI/AAAAAAAAABU/XSYhFUw9vyU/s320/P1020053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is me on that gravel road along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wanganui&lt;/span&gt;. And yes Ethan that is my trusty steed that you had asked about, a real rugged beauty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283923355575466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRES-V3OCI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Vxg4OS8iRw/s320/P1020072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I look happy here because I just cranked up this hill from way down there on that river. It was steep!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283923739167246562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVREpTVRSOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZyPlkYROz3I/s320/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A nice Cook Straight crossing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Picton&lt;/span&gt;. My hair is a good indicator as to how the weather was.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRE9aKQZxI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Oo7jYWciK8/s1600-h/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283924084597483282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVRE9aKQZxI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Oo7jYWciK8/s320/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was where I pitched my tent at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Waghorn's.&lt;/span&gt; It housed my gear more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id526"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id525"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id557"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id556"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id543"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id542"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id541"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id534"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id529"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-4151257923737822878?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/4151257923737822878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=4151257923737822878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4151257923737822878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4151257923737822878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-north-island.html' title='End of the North Island'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SVQ_aBGnfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2lnb3Ap15As/s72-c/Honk+3.30pm+11+Dec+-+Luke+%26+Jono+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-6456348225950300010</id><published>2008-12-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:51:59.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiatomo</title><content type='html'>The Whiatomo Caves were tons of fun. I biked there from Wharapapa South via back country roads. The ride was quiet and easy until I had to push the last 20 km to beat the sun. I made it and found myself in the caves the next day. Caving is fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNV-oG5UcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6lIUwNnV0M/s1600-h/P1010941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279157722614944194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNV-oG5UcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6lIUwNnV0M/s320/P1010941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found these great little fruits that I don't remember the name of. Yummy and freee. They kinda taste like peach and mango in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-6456348225950300010?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/6456348225950300010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=6456348225950300010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/6456348225950300010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/6456348225950300010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2008/12/whiatomo.html' title='Whiatomo'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNV-oG5UcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6lIUwNnV0M/s72-c/P1010941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-7985698088264405815</id><published>2008-12-12T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:35:32.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills and Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNP68aW8UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G-plrr7UwWs/s1600-h/P1010934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNP68aW8UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G-plrr7UwWs/s320/P1010934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279151062276043074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my way to Wharapapa South for a few days of climbing.  I was able to meet up with some climbers who were traveling as well.  Alex and Bene from Germany and Marie, Tyrone, and little Rowan from Squamish were lots of fun to hang with on the rock.  The rock was amazing looking and the quality was nice until the routes got hard and the rock got really sharp, ouch!  This area is fantastic to play in.  Even on the day it rained we set up my slackline to play on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bene working on a lead that I had trouble with because its hard to find the right holds.  You can't see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNR64gPASI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hx4pdXa89Hk/s1600-h/P1010921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNR64gPASI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hx4pdXa89Hk/s320/P1010921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279153260250202402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on my first lead in months.  A fun 19 rated climb.  Such a good climbing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-7985698088264405815?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/7985698088264405815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=7985698088264405815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/7985698088264405815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/7985698088264405815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2008/12/hills-and-rock.html' title='Hills and Rock'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcn5RynRcTU/SUNP68aW8UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G-plrr7UwWs/s72-c/P1010934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491468281728166179.post-4971925505312386261</id><published>2008-12-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:34:55.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First ride'/><title type='text'>Just Made The CUT</title><content type='html'>Well after months of talking, dreaming, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anticipation&lt;/span&gt; I've gone and taken the leap over the Pacific puddle. I'm here in Auckland New Zealand with my likely over prepared bike which I will likely call home with a strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fondness&lt;/span&gt;. We set out over a day ago from Portland (My bike and I). My flight was met with some minor challenges; Almost didn't get my boarding pass from Pacific Air in LA because I didn't have onward passage, had to get a ticket from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qantas&lt;/span&gt; to Australia at a random date, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carry on&lt;/span&gt; was taken before my flight and it almost got left in Fiji (I was the last one on the plane), my camping gear had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extradited&lt;/span&gt; from the packaging in order to sterilize it before I got into New Zealand, and the only smooth part was getting my Visa (less than a minute) by showing only my passport, onward passage BS!!&lt;br /&gt;Got my Bike packed and was trucking to Auckland in a Roundabout sort of way because the most direct route was off limits to, bikes go figure. I ran into a fellow biker who took me all the way into Auckland in an intense racing mannor. He had a simple light sports car bike and I was following literally through traffic with an inch to spare on either side as I squirted between cars and busses riding my semi truck bike loaded to the teeth. I couldn't stop smiling to the entire ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491468281728166179-4971925505312386261?l=kellyroark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/feeds/4971925505312386261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491468281728166179&amp;postID=4971925505312386261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4971925505312386261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491468281728166179/posts/default/4971925505312386261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyroark.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-made-cut.html' title='Just Made The CUT'/><author><name>KellyRoark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03597989975351697747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
