time for a breather before a descent off Jenkins Hill into a valley worthy of respect and some native bush trail riding brought us back to the crop circles and the Paraglider runway . Our forestry mate was back and had an accountant with him , I reckon that we had behaved so well the day before it was figured that the foreign owners finance rep was allowed to meet us and see we were harmless and a step was made towards more motorcycle entry into the forests . Up to the watch tower again but by a slightly different route and , after farewelling the forestry duo , we descended back to town from Involution Hill to find another valley and this one went quite a way before we found a the Wairoa MTB Park and a decision ; a foot track and a bridge , or a bouldery river crossing ? I watched a couple of oopsies one involving water inside a helmet , the other was a drowning proper . My turn came and like so many show offs on the day , my feet stayed on the pegs as I rode across . After a bit of radio chatter we had the next hill to ourselves and climbed quickly up the MTB access with several water table ramps and lots of big rocks in the track to the top for SVs and a lunch of soup and giant cheese croutons . I
have discovered over my lifetime that directly after lunch is my most accident prone time so I descended slower than I had climbed and found a small group fixing a flat front tyre and since I had done my act of random kindness in Picton , I waved and carried on down the hill . This valley was a dead end , so out we went to another hill called Ben Nevis . More SVs and another valley took us to Wakefield for fuel and a regroup where I posed for photos with some kids ( and their dad ) who climbed aboard for a picture to show mum and a lasting memory of Santa Claus riding a Blue and Red Beta dirt bike . In the private Bollase Forest , there was a missing corner man , so , after red herring or two , we proceeded on a track that was known to circle the forest . On the next regroup I noticed a lot of oil on somebody ’ s back wheel - it wasn ’ t a ScottOiler gone wrong but a leaking sprocket seal and no oil on the dipstick . As luck would have it , he could coast down to the forest gate where the sweep vehicle and trailer were waiting . Random act of kindness ticked off again . Our end destination was the Higgins Heritage Park , near Wakefield . My mate Brendon knew the way so off our little group set to Sunday Creek , then Dovedale and then around the
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