Fall is my favorite season and in my mind autumn days burn fiery red memories and their searing yet chilling winds linger on into the winter. It was on one of these memorable yet rare fall days that we decided to climb Mount Maunganui. The Mount sits on the end of a long skinny inlet, surrounded by water on three sides. As we sluggishly climbed to the summit the warm sun competed with the icy air and crunchy leaves swirled hypnotically around the path. From the top we could see the town Mt. Maunganui, White Island, Tauranga and our home, Papamoa. It was stunning and serene. As we climbed back down we had to stop for a flock of passing sheep and once we had made it to the base we sat on the white sandy beach and ate coconut gelato. Perfect.
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