Fox, Ferries, Forts and Freedom

Welcome, Friends and Foes.

Do you know what today's special letter is? No, it's not P, it's F!

Our first F-word for the day is Fox, which stands for Fox Glacier. We climbed all over that son-of-a-gun. They even gave us little spikes to attach to our boots so we wouldn't go sliding into blue icy oblivion, which was sweet. Strangely enough, we had to walk through a rainForest to get to Frozen Field that is Fox. There are only a Few situations like this on the Face of the earth. One is up the road at Franz Joseph glacier, and the other is Far away in South America. So we were in Fine company on a Freak of nature. Here is a Foto:

If you look closely, you can see my pants, Firmly Fixed into my Fluffy socks. I look Furiously Funny For sure! After our Foxy Foray, we Fled Further north to Picton, where we Frolicked on the sounds, Feeling the heat of the Fading summer. Foto Op:

That brings us to our second F-word of the day: Ferries.

Since there is more than a furlong between the islands here in New Zealand, these Fools make you Fork over Fist-Fulls of Fifties to reach the North. Furthermore, it is a 3 hour tour! Please Forgo the sad Feelings, we Fared much Finer than Gilligan and his Friends. Plus, Ferries are Full of Freaky smiling Fellows who seem Furiatingly Fascinated with one's wife. His Ferret-like eyes were Fully Fixed on her. FREAKY!!! We Finished our ride in Wellington, at 11 PM, which happens to be about Four hours after hotels and hostels Fling their doors shut and Flip off their lights. Team Mitchell was Frustrated with these Findings.

Now we Find ourselves Facing our third F-word: Forts.

For centuries, little Freds and Fionas have been Fashioning Forts For Fun, but Team Mitchell was Fed up with searching For Fantastic sleeping arrangements, and was Forced to Find Fortitude in their humble Subaru For the Final hours of the night. And just like Forts of Fables, we were bored with it about the time it was Finished. But instead of Fleeing to more comfortable Furnishings, we were Forced to Further our stay in our car-Fort.

Finally, we come to F-word number Four: Freedom.

Freedom From what? you may ask. Freedom From this effing blog? NO! You must Finish what you have begun.

Freedom is the Feeling Felt when one has Fought the Fleeing car buyers, and Found a Fitting "Friend" to, in essence, rob you with his Fashoinably low offer on your Fine, Fine transportation. Flavio and his Friends Found a sucker in Team Mitchell, and raped them Financially. But For now, we are Free of the car For the Finality of our Zealand-Fun.

That Feeling of accomplishment in your Face is Fitting, and earned. For you never Failed in Finishing the F-Blog. Here are a Few more Fascinating Fotos:

Foxy Fields of Frozen Water!

Czech out those Fronds!Fabulous!!!

Those are all the F-words I can think of, save one......

FAREWELL!