*The title of this post is sourced from the Roy Montgomery album of the same name. For optimal reading pleasure, I recommend listening to it while you browse.
It was a perfect day to take the Interislander, and it was as lovely as I’d heard. The biggest challenge was avoiding impromptu drunken jam session taking place in the bar (at 9am) and trying to keep other tourists taking photos out of my shots. Sometimes life is hard. The trip gave me a superb geography lesson of the Wellington region and the Marlborough Sounds, where we saw a dolphin playing in the wake of the ship (or a seal, but either would suit me just fine).
The ship landed in Picton, and we hopped in our cheap and cheerful rental car and cruised down through the endless vineyards and rolling hills. My brain must be seeking the familiarity of home, because the (relatively) dry, sunny landscape made me think of Grand Junction, and we even found evidence of Denver love amidst the vines.