In the middle of our honeymoon, Carrie and I went for some hiking on the tallest mountain in New Zealand, Aoraki/Mt. Cook. Mt. Cook is the mountain's Anglo name (after the captain who "discovered" New Zealand); Aoraki is its Maori (the indigenous peoples of NZ) name.
"Aoraki" is difficult to translate accurately into English; traditionally, though, the name was translated as "Cloud Piercer," which, at least when C and I visited it, was plenty accurate, with its 12,000+ foot peak jutting majestically through the clouds.
It holds a lot of appeal to hikers and mountaineers for obvious reasons: beyond being the country's highest peak, it is incredibly, almost unfairly, beautiful. Edmund Hillary is said to have trained on Mt. Cook in preparation for his successful run at Mt. Everest in 1953. And when the sun is out, the glaciers and glacier lakes shimmer in an almost otherworldly etherealness.
It also is a deadly peak, having claimed the lives of a number of people ever since the early 1900s. Early on the Hooker Valley trail, you can take a short walkoff to the memorial that stands in memory to the people who went to rest on the mountain forever: