Pointy Wind, Richmond Forest Park, January 2002 (I think). Astute readers will be struck with the outofsynculareic nature of the photos posted to this blog, yet in the spirit of tolerance and fair play will not care too much aobut it. Times state are for trampers. Mountain bikers will take more or less time depending on the impossibility of the terrain. We had the misfortune to descend via an apparently straightforward route heading due north to the Maitai Dam which, due to Badness, turned out to be a stream of football sized orange boulders. "From Hell" doesn't even begin to describe it. Even Greg "much of it 100% ridable" Smith had issues with it. Suffice tosay we didn't get back til well after dark (and this in the height of summer) and it was one of those missions where a) going up was vastly easier than going down, and b) it didn't take nearly as long, either.