We took off towards the Tazman Sea, and flew right over the fjord and the boat that we had been sailing upon. The clarity of the water became even more apparent. The only other place I have been that compares with this spot is Yosemite Valley, where the granite monoliths rise steeply from the valley floor. These peaks rise in a similar way from the fjord. But the length of the fjord and the height of the peaks seem to dwarf Yosemite's grandeur.
As we approached this waterfalls, we gasped and shouted and pointed, in awe of the size and power. It wasn't until we got this close that I realized there was a lake at the top of the falls. These high alpine lakes were pristine and unmarked by any sign of humans. There is a single hiking track that we could see from the plane. The rest of the area is quite untouched.
It started to rain as we approached Queenstown. The pilot took us to a lower altitude to avoid some turbulance. Suddenly, a rainbow appeared below us, and I just couldn't help it, I burst into song.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true