I set off from home just after breakfast with my cousin, Eli. We rode along the shared path beside the harbour, where the wind was strong enough to make us wobble. At the lookout, we stopped to drink water and watch two sailboats crossing the bay. Eli wanted to turn back early, but I convinced him to keep going to the end of the track. We arrived at the café near the reserve an hour later and shared hot chips before catching the ferry back. It felt like a small adventure, even though we were only a few kilometres from home.