Archive for March, 2013
During breakfast I looked up at the angle of our ascent and realized getting to the top of Turret Peak was going to be a lot more than causal climb.
Don’t let the pink flowers fool you —this Roridula dentata is deadly. But its thirst for blood is only half the reason why it’s special.
Once we left the Cederberg and started off into the Kouebokkeveld, the footpaths vanished and it was time to find out own way. Rather, it was time to create our own way through the mountains.
How close are you willing to get to feed your curiosity?
The Rim of Africa can be a 400-mile walking safari if you want it to be. The mountains and lowlands you wander through are teaming with wildlife
Darkness falls, stars appear, and my eyes lazily wander, lost in the fire. As my eyes rest, my other senses are set alight.
I went in search for a perch to journal from, but what I found was a landscape too radical to pen.
The straw-covered, dusty floor of the Boontjieskloof Hut reminds me of a barn, but tonight it will be home…
As I stand in the morning light, sipping my instant coffee, I am an awe. “Up here” is a whole different world. The sun shines brighter, the cold bites harder, the quiet echoes…
No perfect wilderness area could go on forever, which meant on Day 7 we walked off the beautiful trails of the Cederberg and wandered off-path into the wondrous Kouebokkeveld.
No, I never woke up to the soft sounds of a large cat outside my tent. If I could have wished it possible, I might have — once I figured out what I would do when face-to-face with a 75-lb (34kg) wild cat.
I held my breath as I raised my hand to a print on the cave wall. There was a familiar symmetry when my hand and a burnt-orange handprint were seen next to each other, and with it I spanned thousands of years of existence to recreate a signature distinct to humanity.