I Drove to a GPS Coordinate I Wasn’t Sure Existed

Photograph of Haast Pass, New Zealand, by Preston Ferguson

Everyone else had a plan for the day. Alex was golfing. Matt and Rachel were shopping. And I had a set of GPS coordinates I’d heard were worth the drive, with one small problem: I wasn’t entirely sure the place existed.

Not “existed” in a philosophical way. Existed in a “the internet said there was a cave and a waterfall back here, but the internet says a lot of things, and it’s probably flooded and definitely cold” way. So I rented a car and drove toward them anyway.

I stopped at the Blue Pools first, which are exactly as advertised — glacial water so clear it plays tricks on your sense of depth. Then I kept going, out toward Haast Pass, to the coordinates. The water was up. It was cold in the way that gets into your decision-making. But I came prepared — I always come prepared, because the entire premise of what I do is that I was standing in the actual place, and you can’t stand in the actual place from the warm car — and I got back into the cave, to the waterfall, and made the photographs I’d driven out there for.

Why this is the whole brand in one drive

I sell real photographs of real places. That line does a lot of quiet work. It means every image has a morning attached to it, a weather report, usually a mild bad decision. The Haast cave is the literal version: nobody handed me that frame. I drove to a coordinate I wasn’t sure was real, on my one free day, and got cold on purpose.

I’m not telling you this to sound rugged. I’m telling you because when you buy one of these — a postcard, a print, the eventual wall-sized edition — you’re buying the part where I actually went. That’s the difference between what I make and a stock library or an AI that has never once had wet socks. My feet were cold. That’s the product.

If you want to follow the same road

The Haast run is one leg of a much bigger South Island loop. I mapped the whole thing — Queenstown to Milford to Haast to the Wanaka Tree to Tekapo — in the South Island photographer’s guide, including where to point the camera and which stops are worth the detour. The cave photos are heading into the print store as I finish them. Until the wall-sized version exists, start small. It still counts.

— Preston


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