BECAUSE IT’S THERE
Twenty-four degrees, inclined. We find ourselves on New Zealand’s South Island, perched on a soggy, precipitous mountainside east of Lake Hawea—following a long morning crawl down the ridge of Mount Prospect and crossing the Lindis River more times than I could remember.
While my off-road spotters discuss the merits of trying to creep forward versus backing down the narrow path cut in the hillside, I steal a glance at the Pitch and Roll feature displayed between the gauges of the new Jeep Wrangler. It was at least as informative as the view out the windshield—which was mostly sky and mountaintops, with the occasional sight of a spotter’s head poking up over the hood. For reference, the steepest paved road in the world is 20 degrees.
I didn’t have anyone to talk to anyway. My driving partner had hopped out several minutes earlier after watching the Jeep ahead struggle with the same obstacle. We resolved to make it without the support Jeep’s saving winch to pull us up, but it was a precarious position. I needed to
