A split-second decision at an intersection was all it took.
Exploring the limestone-pocked, storm scarred coastal ranges south of Port Waikato, we went right instead of left and found ourselves on a skinny ridge track barely wider than the Amarok Style.
Great blisters of clay interrupted the volcanic pumice and ash surface. Wild goats stared out of roadside manuka. A pair of heifers got the wrong idea and ran away down the road, forcing us to follow them for 500 metres or so before pushing through a gate and into
