The heroes I admired in my youth seemed to possess abilities and virtues beyond the grasp of ordinary men. My desire to emulate them was very great but I never succeeded in approaching their high standards. Fearful at heart in moments of danger, I found it difficult to produce the calm courage of the heroic mould. Having a certain rude strength, I lacked the quickness of hand and eye of the natural athlete. Well meaning enough and with a desire to help, I made few sacrifices in noble causes.
I discovered that even the mediocre can have adventures and even the fearful can achieve. In a sense fear became a friend--I hated it at the time but it added spice to the challenge and satisfaction to the conquest. I envied those who in success clung to a measure of peace and tranquility--I was always too restless and life was a constant battle against boredom. But the compensations have been great--certainly more than I deserve. I had the world lie beneath my clumsy boots and saw the red sun slip over the horizon after the dark Antarctic winter. I have been given more than my share of excitement, beauty, laughter and friendship.
Warren and I took the low road. This is the low road with Rangitoto Island in the distance. It's Auckland's youngest and largest volcano, but at 260 meters it's not all that high. Here we are at the top.And here's Jerry inside the "disappearing gun" at the summit. There was a fort up here in 1885.
We explored the eerie concrete bunkers underground. This is Warren and me inside the largest of the bunkers.
Back in Devonport we found a popcorn machine.We had to try it out, of course. We'd never seen a popcorn machine like this before.Mmmm. Good.
This is Jerry and his new friend Isaac (making a silly face) on Sunday night at Isaac's house.
This is on the beach across from Goat Island. We were there with Isaac's family and another family (also homeschoolers). It was a lovely day and Isaac's sisters declared Goat Island their favorite beach in the world. This is Goat island from the glass-bottom boat. You don't get to go onto the island. You just swim around it. Apparently there are hundreds of "Goat Islands," so named because goats would be left on them as food for shipwreck survivors.
Here's Jerry on the beach.
Here's a photo from the unschooler's park day yesterday. Jerry really didn't want to go but I insisted. We both ended up having a really nice day. The people were so welcoming and it was very relaxed. I felt right at home. Jerry played with some of the kids but spent most of his time watching and talking to an 18-year-old boy from the neighborhood who was riding his skateboard on the ramp there at the park. He was very sweet and didn't seem to mind Jerry 's company at all.And here is the view from our hotel again. Things are definitely looking up.