This is Josh, Clarissa and Blair, three great cats I met at Wharepapa and hijacked for the weekend. At the time of these picture posts, Colin and I are staying with Clarissa and plan on stealing Blair's surfboard in the near future. Other plans include making them take us climbing on Mt. Taranaki and being a general nuisance until they run us out of town! Thanks mates!

Snoopy getting ready for take-off at LAX and the following 12 hour flight to Auckland. Thanks PJ!

Waves for days in New Plymouth. There are great breaks every day somewhere along the coast, and they ain't small either!

Graffito in Auckland. This urban art could be the only good thing to come out of the shitty city. Unfortunately we did not have the friends or the money it would take to properly explore Auckland's urban underground scene and as a result we decided we did not like Auckland very much. Apparently, nobody else does either, except of course, the people that live there, which is only about a third of New Zealand's entire population.

More great Auckland graffito.

This is Erik and Elin, the Swedish couple I met, fell in love with and forced to hang out with me for a week and a half. Here they are seen soaking up some ever elusive sun at the Wharepapa campgrounds.

Another beautiful sunset, this time over Wharepapa South.

The greatest hot spring on earth!?! After I forced Erik and Elin to let me tag along to Taupo, we went to this free hot spring. It proved to be my only hot washing in a month!

Sunset over the Coromandel.

Snoopy onsite free soloing grade 28 at Froggatt Edge, Wharepapa South.

Adventure Brad himself making a run on the very bouldery short 26 (5.12a-c) "Totalling Your Dad's Car," Froggatt Edge. Yes Russ and Dave, I did eventually bag the red-point.

The sanctuary above Mana, the retreat Colin and Brady worked at after I left to go climb. I don't think Colin should be looking so sexy while at a sanctuary, but who can stop the guy?

The alarm clock at Reid's Farm, Lake Taupo. To many campers this guy was an interesting novelty, but coming from Kansas, I knew the terror within this beautifully plumed piece of crap. This dumb bird started crowing at 11:00 PM. It was all fun and games until 5:30 in the morning rolled around and he actually moved from site to site waking people up. I guess the rooster didn't understand Thanksgiving, because he hung around, and later we had a nice bird for Thanksgiving dinner! Just kidding. Or am I?

Brady still asleep, like always! On the beach in Whitianga, Coromandel. I'm pretty sure that to sleep on the beach is considered camping, which is technically illegal on the Coromandel Peninsula, but as Russ always says, "there ain't nothin' to it but to do it". We didn't get in trouble and got to wake up to this incredible sunrise. Brady missed it.

What I woke up to that morning! Seconds later the guy on the left caught a nice fish. Well, he said it was nice.