Lake Pukaki is a sheet of opaque turquoise with New Zealand's highest mountain standing at the far end of it. The colour is rock. The Tasman River arrives carrying glacial flour, stone ground to a talcum-fine dust beneath the Tasman and Hooker glaciers. The particles hang near the surface, scattering blue and green light back at you while the reds are absorbed. Framed head-on from the northern end is the source of that flour, Aoraki/Mount Cook, at 3,724 metres. It is shrinking: a rock avalanche tore off its summit in December 1991, and a 2013 resurvey found 40 metres of mountain gone. The lake itself now sits 46 metres higher than nature left it. Engineers dammed the outlet twice for the Waitaki power scheme, 9 metres in 1952 and another 37 in 1976, drowning a small island called Five Pound Note.
Come to the State Highway 8 lookout on a still morning and Aoraki doubles itself in water that barely moves. From late November into December the road verges and the lake's eastern arm run purple and pink with Russell lupins. They are the most photographed foreground in the country and a quiet ecological disaster. Garden escapees, scattered along these roads from 1949 by a runholder's wife named Connie Scott, they smother the bare braided gravel that the kakī, or black stilt, needs for nesting. Roughly 141 adults survive in the wild, nearly all of them in this basin, propped up by a breeding centre at Twizel. Stay past sunset for what the daylight cannot give. In 2012 the Mackenzie became the first place anywhere certified a gold-tier dark sky reserve, and on moonless winter nights the core of the Milky Way stands over the turquoise.