It was all downhill from there, as the trail cut through virgin rain forest and abandoned farmland that had been settled by returning servicemen after World War I. The government leased pieces of land to these men, nearly 40 in all, who set off with their high hopes to make a go of it in the bush, building homes and farming the wild terrain. Most walked away within the first few years. By 1943, all had left. We biked by old chimney stacks, fences, and hedges that stood as reminders of those hardy souls.
Pictured: Wooden markers listed the family name of each pioneer who had homesteaded there.