![]() This is the type of challenge intrepid horse trekkers dream about. ![]() The merino sheep outnumber us 15,000 to three on Blue Mountain Station near Fairlie, so it’s a case of total immersion from day one. When your normally trusty trekking horse is pinging from one side of the well-worn track to the other as these ‘boulders’, well camouflaged in the golden tussock, start moving in their thousands, it’s obvious we are the strangers in this vast and beautiful Mackenzie Country. It doesn’t take long for us to work out that North Auckland horses have a mortal fear of the moving boulders they call merinos on the Mainland. Joy and Jan crossing a stream heading up to the clouds on Blue Mountain Station
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