It was one of thos e mornings that I felt as crisp as a green apple the moment I woke up. The curtains of my room couldn't seem to restrain the rays of the honey dew sun, its morning pollen spraying through the gap between the clumsy curtain and the wall. I hopped out of my sheets and tossed the curtains aside like a circus conductor; the sunshine flooding my room. I was delighted to have arrived at the weekend after a busy week at the Jack’s Point Clubhouse. T he weekend was my window of freedom to embrace my love for exploration, and to feed my spirit which hungered for adventure. This day was just one of those days that was calling out to me - I sensed that I would find something, but I just wasn’t sure what. I wondered what kind of tr easures I was yet to discover in Queenstown that would enrich my journey. Secret little nooks and crannies? Interesting characters? What was the Mountain Town still hiding? After finding the Celestine Prophecy in Dunedin (Read: The