The national park sits at the heart of the largest "dark sky reserve" in the Southern Hemisphere, and being on the other half of the planet presents some interesting perspectives (No North Star! Everything is upside down!).
Thus, at midnight we drove down dark roads to search for a good spot for night photography. We were on a timer: wait too long, and the moon rises, washing out any stars from the sky. Our first challenge was finding a spot.
My first idea was the Mt Cook Airport, since I had been there earlier in the day and the surroundings were wide open. I was very pleased when we pulled in: there was magnificent twinkle in the sky from every direction. Not one minute in, however, I was informed by a voice in the dark that I was trespassing on an "official" night sky gazing session. Politely but forcefully, I was asked to move along— but not before the guide gave me a suggestion: head over to Tasman Lake trailhead.
I saw nothing except the road ahead lit up in my high beams. The 15-minute drive flew by. When we pulled into parking, I sprinted up the trail in the dark with my phone flashlight lighting the way.
I managed to capture just a few photos before I heard the sound of a scuffle as someone, something, suddenly stopped scampering across the gravel path. From my tripod I carefully removed my phone — my camera and only light source — and turned on the flashlight. Dead in the middle of the path was a large possum— a "common brushtail possum," I later learned. An invasive species to New Zealand, and an invader of my moment.
It was not very large, not more than a foot in height. It stood directly upright, its bright large eyes staring right at me, its body unmoving. While I wasn't scared of it, I was unsure what it would do next. There it watched me, slightly amused, as I yelled at it.
The possum decided. Rather than run away, it ran straight towards me and, several feet away, launched itself at me. Its front paws struck me in the belly with a surprising amount of force. There was an audible gasp from Kathryn, who was standing several meters away in disbelief. Like some display of street parkour, the possum had given me some kind of mighty kick before scampering away. I saw its hind legs as it darted into the bushes. Sweeping my flashlight around, it was nowhere to be seen anymore.