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Issue #236 Xmas 2022

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Getting High<br />

on the Old<br />

Ghost Road<br />

Spectacular mountain biking<br />

in a unique wilderness<br />

By Eric Skilling<br />

Absolute focus. This moment was all about the thrill of racing along the trail,<br />

anticipating the direction of the next turn, guessing how big those rocks were<br />

and picking the right line as the bike careered over sporadic streams in a<br />

spray of cold water. Nothing else mattered as I weaved between tree trunks,<br />

under overhanging branches and around huge rocks. The closeness of the<br />

forest exaggerated the sense of speed and yes, I was on a high.<br />

Several metres away one of those typically clear West Coast rivers crashed<br />

and cascaded its way over giant granite and marble boulders, but its beauty<br />

went almost unnoticed as I concentrated on the path ahead.<br />

It was the second day of my journey, and I had reached the last 8km of a<br />

25km section from Lyell to Stern Huts. Already I understood why trampers<br />

and mountain bikers got so excited about tackling this challenging trail –<br />

today must rate as one of the most stunning and varied mountain biking<br />

days you will find anywhere in the world. And it is less than a third of this<br />

remarkable track.<br />

Cycling the Wilderness Trail had inspired me to come back and explore<br />

more of the distinctive forests, rivers and mountains that make this region so<br />

unique. The intriguingly named Old Ghost Road promised 85km of adventure<br />

set in a magnificent corner of West Coast wilderness, but I underestimated<br />

how spectacular and memorable my four days here would be.<br />

This second day had begun with 6 km of almost continual climbing through<br />

a tranquil beech forest, the floor covered with lichens and thick, bright-green<br />

mosses. Apart from the gravel crunching under my tyres and the noise of my<br />

breathing, the only sound to break the silence was the call of the occasional<br />

bird.<br />

Above: Slips Briges above Mokihinui. Image by Jonathan Kennett<br />

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