Adventure Magazine
Issue #236 Xmas 2022
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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