‘On Trail’ Category
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.
How close are you willing to get to feed your curiosity?
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.
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.
Whew – we made it through our solo journey. And we didn’t even have any run-ins with Cape Leopard, get lost, or argue until we walk off in separate ways (which would be likely to combine all my fears at once)! How?
Ricardo Philander and I had four days to get to know each other before we would be walking alone in the Cederberg wilderness. I only knew two things about him: he was 24 like me, but unlike my years of experience camping and mountaineering, he had never been camping before.
Here are my favorite shots from the Cederberg, during my first week out walking the Rim of Africa.
NOTHING prepares you for witnessing the southern sky in its full glory for the first time.
Day 23 : There is nothing worse than having an otherwise beautiful day of walking in the mountains ruined by alien invasions.