I am getting used to this kind of trail, and in the dry dusty morning moving through the dew encrusted foliage is spine tingling cool. Being the dry season, most grass is just waiting for a fire to return it to its ancestors. Since there is little commercial interest in the land yet, small colonies of the Sand Palm (L. humilis) still thrive, as well as the hardy and illusionary turkey bush.
Less than a kilometre away, secreted behind a Casuarina forest and mangrove creek, a hidden walking trail provides an addicting ride on a shaded and winding path. How quickly you develop a geologists frame of reference about the structure of the soil-just where the tire is about to grab it and hold on.
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