Mount Doom

The story begins in Auckland, as Lisa inherits the ring from a second-hand shop (unaware of its origins). Daniel the Grey learns some of the Ring's history and advises Lisa to take the Ring away from Auckland. Lisa leaves with her parents, Mom and Dad, to help her. On their dangerous journey, they run into many difficulties and are pursued by the Ringwraiths. At Taupo Bungee, the Council decides that the threat of Sauron is too great and the only course of action is to destroy the Ring in the fires of Mount Doom.

Mount Doom is, in fact, Mount Ngauruhoe and Mount Ruapehu, both active volcanoes in New Zealand. Near them is another active volcano, Mt Tongariro, and the hike that crosses it (and near Mt Ngauruhoe) is called the Tongariro Alpine Crossing. As soon as we decided to travel to NZ, we’d made plans to hike this “most famous one-day tramp in New Zealand.” And what a hike it was. The trail is supposed to take about 7 hours (though we did it in 5, Post pride!), and passes through a plethora of volcanic landscapes. Every twenty minutes was some new breathtaking view or bizarre volcanic activity. Highlights included:

A ridiculously steep ascent right near the start of the track. Of course at the very beginning they throw you a nice leisurely stroll through the “Dead Marshes,” just so that you’re committed by the time you reach this 45-minute near-vertical part of the track.

The deceptively leisurely marsh stroll at the beginning of the hike.

Hiking into and back out of two craters. Inside one of the craters, the ground was hot (which is, probably, obvious – we’re in a volcano! – but I was still amazed by it) and mists surrounded us as we hiked across.

A ridiculously steep descent down the northern side of the volcano, where your only foothold is endless loose rock. It was touch and go until I perfected and passed on a patented “heel plant and slide” method of not falling to our deaths.

A walk around the top of the volcano where sharp edged volcanic rock and a long, tumbling fall down to the place we had been over an hour before were constantly on your mind.

Emerald green and deep blue lakes and pools (coloured by dissolved volcanic minerals).

Barren landscapes with no vegetation in sight, then hikes through grassy plains and dense forest.

Solid lava flows, sulphur smell, gaseous steam vents with “do not breath the fumes” signs, boiling hot pools, and snow! (well, it’s a novelty for me).

It smelled worse then an Orc’s armpit after a one-week run through Rohan, but it looked fantastic.

We were exhausted at the end, but oh so proud that we had all survived and, while thoroughly enjoying the views, clocked a time under the estimated. We attempted to catch an earlier shuttle bus, but were instead given the chance to hitch a ride to a nearby ski town and wait for our bus at the local pub. Then, beer and french fries at hand, we realized our fatal mistake. We had forgotten to drop the ring into the fires of Mount Doom when we had stopped to eat our lunch. Oops.

Deciding if we should go back to destroy all evil in the world. Nah, too tired.


Hats? Check. Sunglasses? Check. Awe? You bet.