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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 6 (October 1, 1929)

The Way to Paradise

page 42

The Way to Paradise.

Kinloch and Glenorchy, the townships at the lake head are the starting places for many very wonderful alpine expeditions. Grandest of all the peaks in the Wakatipu country is Mt. Earnslaw, and here, at Glenorchy, one is reminded that that climbing pioneer, the Rev. W. G. Green, with his two Swiss guides and two other companions, set out for the ascent of the eastern arete of Earnslaw in 1882. But few people want to tackle such a giant of the icy Alps. Most of us are content with easier jaunts, and of course everyone wants to see Paradise. That elysian spot is more readily reached than the stranger would imagine, it is only ten miles or so away.

Beech woods, hung with swaying moss like some fairy forest; lakes that are heaven's looking glasses, peeps of far away snows and glaciers, here and there a farm in strangely romantic setting; snow-fed streams and mountain brooks, and then you are at Paradise. On a day of summer glory you will not wonder at its celestial name. In reality the name origin is not quite so poetic.
“Heavened in the hush of purple hills.“—Gerald Massey. Beautiful Queenstown on the shores of Lake Wakatipu, South Island, New Zealand.

“Heavened in the hush of purple hills.“—Gerald Massey.
Beautiful Queenstown on the shores of Lake Wakatipu, South Island, New Zealand.

The old-time diggers so christened the place because when they first ventured up there it was alive with paradise duck, the putangitangi of the Maoris—and very good eating they were, the greatest delicacy of every gold fossicker's camp.

The Rees Valley and the Lennox Falls make another expedition of unusual charm—a river of utter peace—except in the time of floods—a tussock plain shut in by long shouldering slants of ranges. Earnslaw's shining glaciers, and grand old forests hanging on its mountain side. And waterfalls—they are so many in this land of streams that a cascade has to be of a beauty almost indescribable in words to be singled out for mention over the others. Mere photographs are inadequate for the proper picturing of this country; even an artist's brush is not altogether satisfying. You want colour photography perhaps, but with the motions added; a cinema that will faithfully reproduce the richness and depth of the colour that eludes even the cleverest painter.