Imagining anything like a war zone in Anchorage, or any bay in Abel Tasman National Park, is a stretch. The place is peace personified; surrounded by native forest and shimmering sea, reached by foot or boat. It's where toes can be curled into golden sand and weka can be seen pecking along the high tide line.
“It's just so beautiful that you are almost forced to be aware,” says former New Zealand Special Air Service (SAS) corporal Gregg Johnson. “Everywhere you look there's something spectacular.”
Johnson knows about this area. After a 20-year military career, he retrained in adventure tourism and began an internship at Abel Tasman Kayaks in 2016.
Not long into his new gig, he took an Australian couple on a kayaking trip. The husband had been a firefighter for 30
