Sam, 13Drifting along the crystal clear water hoping to see something amazing. As I reach the rivers end I see something more outstanding than I thought I would see. Hearing the white water flushing down and smelling the loveliness of the milford sounds. Feeling the fresh cold air tingling on the tips of my fingers. As the last hours of the sun go dusk leaves, midnight rises and black becomes vivid. Snuggling into my sleeping bag seeing the reflection of the amazing northern lights painting the side of the boat. This was a good way to finish Milford Sound.