Deer Country

Riding the Timber Trail

‘Watch out for hunters. It’s the middle of the roar,’ says Edwina.

She sounds serious. I try to calculate the likelihood of two mountain bikers being mistaken for deer. It seems improbable. But the only time I hear about hunters is in the news when they’ve accidentally shot each other.

A Gateway Book

Reading guide books

It doesn’t have the heritage of a Moir’s Guide, or the buy local appeal of one of the many great books by Shaun Barnett or Mark Pickering, but it’s the one I started with: Lonely Planet’s Tramping in New Zealand. I was given it for a Christmas or a birthday maybe. That I don’t remember.

Hard Tails and Soft Saddles

An incomplete guide to buying your first mountain bike

If you read our recent article on trying out mountain biking you might be at the stage where you want to purchase your own set of wheels. I’ve owned five bikes over the years and this is what I would do if I was buying my first one again. It’s probably not what everyone would do, but hopefully it’ll help you in some way.

A Kiwi in the Wild

Searching for Rowi: Ōkarito, Westland

A couple of months ago I entered a competition. The prize included two night’s accommodation in Franz Josef and the opportunity to spend a day with DOC staff tracking rowi or Ōkarito kiwi (Aperyx rowi) in South Ōkarito forest.

No Road Home

On the trail of Russian Jack

An autumn day in Greytown, a place where you really do get autumn – there were gold and russet red trees in view, a crisp coldness to the air. I propped my bicycle against a tree and a hare came dashing out, off across the grass. Otherwise there was silence, just me, at least just me above ground - this was the town cemetery.

Pages

Subscribe to Front page feed