‘On Trail’ Category
Running and bashing my way through 30kms in one day hurts so good.
“You are privileged to walk this.” It’s amazing how such a simple statement ripped me apart…
Uninspiring but utilitarian — this shelter may not be what I wanted, but it offered what I needed.
4,5 • 4 • 3,5 • 3 • 2,5 There is no reason inside numbers. What meaning do they truly have here?
Open trail is all I can see from where I stand to where the trail slips over the horizon of the mountain. Slender and soft compared to the large mountains and sharp protea bushes, the trail crosses the mountain range with ease. Still alone, but I feel like I hike Marloth Nature Reserve with a friend.
Bathing in the cold river water listening to the sounds of water drunk with gravity and the voices of conversations of those far away.
Forced off-route last night and now improvising, I’ve stumbled into the backcountry of Marloth Nature Reserve.
My ears ring in the overpowering silence and I come across a monument to the human need to ruin perfectly fine mountains.
Vasque Boots are tough — but my soles were turning to butter. The culprit isn’t all the rocks I walk across, it is all the dead vegetation I am stomping down.
Sarahs Rivierberg greets those who’ve come to walk the Rim of Africa’s Langeberg Traverse with steep climbs, sharp rocks, and high exposure.
Tossing off my pack into a pile of grass at the top of Kuerkloof allows for me to take in my day’s climb. I turn to look back at the valley I’ve ascended…
Abandoned at the bend of a highway to walk into the mountains where no humans typically in their right minds travel (and certainly never alone!).
I find myself in the back of a bakkie (pick-up truck) because I failed to remember that I needed to plan a ride to the start of my adventure.
Every day is routine. Wake up, eat, pack, SELFIE.
Bushmen’s interpretation of time is said to have the future behind us, kept hidden from view, and that only out past is in-front of us able to be seen.
Culture shock is the disorientation towards a new environment. Reverse culture shock is when you struggle to make sense of returning home.
After 27 days of walking, the walk of the first half of the Rim of Africa, from the Cederberg to Montagu, was complete!
The Langeberg High Ridge Line is quintessentially Rim of Africa. This section of walking challenged us all with extreme climbs and descents, clouds and wind, and drought and exhaustion.
This beetle has “antlers” and “fur” but it wasn’t the most surprising fauna I found while walking the Langeberg.
There’s very little water to be found walking on the high ridge of the Langeberg mountain.
We climb the steady slopes of Langeberg mountain and the wind pushes the clouds down to greet us; a gathering in the sky.
Donga is Afrikaans for a gully created by erosion, which is a growing environmental problem in South Africa and around the world.
Wind can give you headaches. It peels you naked then removes your skin and muscles and grabs your bones.
Walking through the fynbos surrounding Simonskloof and moving along the high ridge line of Langeberg, we left the lower hills of renosterveld and moved back into the mountain fynbos we were familiar with.
“Witch’s Broom” is an infection caused by a destructive bacteria to marvelous effect — like a miniature plant growing out of control.
An interview with Henry, who set out to learn proper plant identification for 40 species of plants while walking on the Rim of Africa.
Arrangieskop Telcom Tower, about 8:30 in the morning. Our hike has been a concoction of wind, clouds, piercing sun, wet rocks, and more wind.
The cold, wet weather ate away at my enthusiasm. Walking along our dirt roads, which melted into slick highways of dark mud, my mind reached out towards the domestication around us…
Lesson to be learned: protect yourself from the elements and conditions of your walk — cause the Rim of Africa ain’t your typical walk in the park.
Explore the diversity found in the details, patterns, colors, and textures of fynbos flora from close-up.
We feasted as rain played on the corrugated roof, coffee percolated on the wood-burning stove, and storm lanterns flickered dim light over the table.
The sun rises over one of De Doorns’ wine farms. Sitting in the middle of over 200 farms, this is the heart of Cape Town’s wine country.
The Gecko Trail is an amphibious route into the Nuy River Gorge, and due to three days of near-constant rain, its river crossings beckoned the full force of raging water against mountain.
As I jumped this property fence, I was hoping this very serious-looking Afrikaans sign was not a angry warning.
I look through the rocks and bush to find a way through, look up to check my position against the mountain ahead, and look behind to the clouds filling the sky… looking back is what scares me, even with the sun bright in the sky.
Old plastered houses with laundry on the line, children playing along dusty roads, and small dogs barking their hellos — ingredients of farm life of the Western Cape.
Skeletons of hakea bend over young saplings, illustrating the massive problem of invasive species in the Cape Floral Kingdom.
The morning sun hit my face bright and early after a night sleeping out under the stars. I’m so sore from yesterday’s climb my toes are even tight…
For the second time in the same day, we drastically underestimated the difficulty of the mountain facing us. For us, there’s only one solution— to keep climbing.
Apps for modern backpackers, urban travelers, and even astronauts to get un-lost, document and share their journeys, and enjoy the adventurous life.
I’m almost panicked—my heart quickens and I’m running. I only feel relief as I get away from the road and the horn from the huge “lorry” (cargo truck) fades and drops in pitch from a distance.
My memory of the Agterwitzenberg Passage is a collage of radical landscapes… and lots and lots of walking.
I didn’t breathe as I walked. Mute, stunned, and disturbed, I could not look away. How did I arrive here?