In this blog I talk at length about the joy of setting sail to far away lands and the spirit of discovery. Sometimes that distant land is a closer then you think – this past weekend I went on a fantastic mountain bike trip with a group of good friends. We rode into the historic Skippers Canyon – only a few kilometres from our homes in Queenstown. This seldom visited canyon is a treasure-trove of fun riding and run-down structures from a forgotten era. A century and a half ago, before sheep farmers, bungy jumping visionaries and t-shirt shop magnates opened up shop in Queenstown, some 5000 people lived in this neighbouring canyon in search of gold. These days all that’s left is their abandoned homes, mining relics of gold yet to be found and a road that duels with the Road-of-Death in Bolivia as one of the most frightening in the world. This photo essay is all about the spirit of discovery that drew gold miners, dreamers and adventurers 150 years ago into the canyon - and the same spirit that drew seven friends to follow in their footsteps and re-discover paradise lost.
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