Rongatiro is the Wrong Name for Tongariro

From the Gospel of Kristine Chapter 4:2-9

We consider this training for the Tongariro Crossing, next on our list of great hikes to do. With Jan on her way back to Canada, and the remainder of a Labour Day weekend, we decided to make our way to the national park. With 3 mighty and active volcanoes, Tongariro is a spectacular park! Mount Ruapehu stood majestic in the background for much of our walk, with Mount Ruapehu and Ngauruhoe just off in the distance. After a photo shoot underneath the 20 meter Taranaki Falls, we continued on, through alpine herbfields and tussock country to the Upper and Lower Tama Lakes, where we enjoyed a glorious view of Ngauruhoe and Ruapehu from the summit. Realizing that time was getting on, we raced back to Whakapapa Village Chateau for a well-deserved High-Tea; the brainchild of my brilliantly romantic and handsome husband; for there is no better reward to conquering a mountain peak than to indulge on miniature sweet cakes with the man that you love.

From the Gospel of Joseph Chapter 5:14-21

Though I was bitterly fatigued from long weeks working whilst my cavorteous wife whithers the time at tea, I bravely gathered my body to be broken on the dark hills of Mordor. The journey began with frivolous carrying-on at the Amundrud tavern, with more yogurt and fruit than even the most gluttonous lush could have wished for.
However, the road to Mt Doom is long and spirits grew heavy in the two-hour car ride up.
The focusing ring of my camera weighed heavily around my neck, whispering into my feverish ears, "Take me down, snap a few pictures." Sickeningly, I gave in to unrelenting temptation; my soul growing more polarized with every click of the shutter. The dark eye of Canon rove to and fro over dusty desert slopes, seeking the One who weilded the power of the focusing ring.
My faithful companion (Frau-do), urged me onward, and told me how light the ring would feel once unshouldered at the top of the volcano. "Once done," she gaily sang, "We'll have buttered scones and treats with tea." How I longed for the comfort of my warm bed, and warm cottage in the shire of Rangiwahia.
She was right. Warm tea swirled around in the bottom of my floral cup, but I felt no warmth as I thought about the ring still sitting in the bag beside me. The ring to rule all the others. My precious...