Archive for March, 2013

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Climbing Turret Peak

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.

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It’s Endemic and a Killer

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.

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Kouebokkeveld Traverse

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.

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The Edge of Curiosity

How close are you willing to get to feed your curiosity?

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Fauna on the Rim of Africa

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

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Gather ‘Round the Fire

Darkness falls, stars appear, and my eyes lazily wander, lost in the fire. As my eyes rest, my other senses are set alight.

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RANORAMA: Crystal Pools

I went in search for a perch to journal from, but what I found was a landscape too radical to pen.

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PANORAMA: Boontjieskloof

The straw-covered, dusty floor of the Boontjieskloof Hut reminds me of a barn, but tonight it will be home…

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A Summit Sunrise

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…

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Leaving the Cederberg

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.

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The Cape Leopard

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.

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With Our Ancestors

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.