Posts Tagged ‘Langeberg Traverse’

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ADVENTURE LEGS!!!

Running and bashing my way through 30kms in one day hurts so good.

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AUDIO STORY: To Walk Into The Storm

“You are privileged to walk this.” It’s amazing how such a simple statement ripped me apart…

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Goedgeloof Hut

Uninspiring but utilitarian — this shelter may not be what I wanted, but it offered what I needed.

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An Easy Way to Ruin a Perfectly Good Trail

4,5 • 4 • 3,5 • 3 • 2,5 There is no reason inside numbers. What meaning do they truly have here?

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Hike Marloth Nature Reserve

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.

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PANORAMA: River Pool

Bathing in the cold river water listening to the sounds of water drunk with gravity and the voices of conversations of those far away.

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Backcountry of Marloth Nature Reserve

Forced off-route last night and now improvising, I’ve stumbled into the backcountry of Marloth Nature Reserve.

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PANORAMA: Anonymous Peak

My ears ring in the overpowering silence and I come across a monument to the human need to ruin perfectly fine mountains.

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Boot Update: Worn

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.

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Sarahs Rivierberg

Sarahs Rivierberg greets those who’ve come to walk the Rim of Africa’s Langeberg Traverse with steep climbs, sharp rocks, and high exposure.

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Keurkloof

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…

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To Adventure Alone

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!).

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Back of a Bakkie

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.