Well. There we were. Bathed in deep primordial silence, a place that has changed very little since the last ice age. Taking a moment to pause, deep within one of Doubtful’s many arms – engine stopped – all sound quenched. The absolute and deafening silence filling our ears – pressing in from the towering mountains surrounding us. Mountains with their genesis far below the still surface of the water, before transitioning to rise almost vertically, finally terminating hundreds of metres above.