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Thanks to Ian Talbot I was
invited on this trip after our own club hike was cancelled.
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I arrived at Ian’s by 06h00 andamp; travelled to
Bushman’s Nek on a beautiful morning with much promise, before meeting up with
the 10 other hikers (Campbell andamp; Loraine, Graham Cullinan andamp; Gretha, Karl
andamp; Susanne, Peter, Graham Harrison andamp; Keith andamp; Margaret) andamp; to my
surprise I knew three of them.
The two mules were over an
hour late but it was luxury to load them with our heavy items of food andamp;
drinks etc.
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We were soon on our way, with
most keeping their strops on for the river crossings, but I wrongly had my
boots on as the rivers were too deep for keeping dry feet, however I was able
to keep them on as the leader carried me across andamp; I was really impressed at
being treated like a queen. It was fun.
We made our way up Bushman’s
Nek pass in sunny but chilly weather, had lunch amongst sheltering boulders
andamp; were happy to reach the lodge.
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We were soon settled in andamp;
gathered around the fire sipping various concoctions, slowly changing to more
“spiritual” drinks andamp; eventually the cooks quietly made their way into the
kitchen from where appetising smells made us very hungry. Needless to say we
enjoyed the lovely dinner.
Outside it was dark andamp;
very cold andamp; whilst looking at the bright stars in the clear sky we were
side-tracked by a wandering jackal in close proximity. During the night the
wind came up andamp; made it even colder.
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The following morning, after
breakfast, seven of us made our way up to the top of Devil’s Knuckles. The
leader chose the gully closest to the Knuckles. Boy it was rough in places
andamp; steep. Oops down went Gretha’s walking stick like a snake in the grass
but it was soon recovered by “bumming” down the slope. After more strenuous
efforts we reached the cairn at the top (3050m) then made our way to the edge
of the Knuckle andamp; admired the views andamp; rock formations, not to mention
the numerous tarns. I feel so privileged to be able to get to places that
relatively few people ever do. It is so special to me; I love the isolation,
tranquillity andamp; enormous beauty.
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Too soon (after some
photographs) it was time to return. Then the leader had a disobedient party as
we left him to go down on his own, when we decided to take the next slope which
looked easier, however Keith was already three-quarters way down when we met
up.
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After a late lunch the few of
us who still had some energy explored the nearby caves, overhangs andamp; the
typical basotho shelters with natural-stone walls andamp; small entrances.
Then it was back to the Lodge
for hot baths (what luxury) andamp; sundowners around the fire before our gourmet
dinners. Ian having a surplus of whisky, we enjoyed a flambé pudding andamp; at
this altitude (2400m) it was quite something.
Mules don’t talk, they just carry
andamp; go andamp; had lugged up plenty of red wine from which I was pleased to
make nose-warming gluhwein.
Stargazing followed plus
another, yet closer, visit from the jackal andamp; I am sure some of us got good
photos before retiring to bed to rest our weary bodies.
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The following morning we made
our way back via Tarn Cave, the steep descent being pretty but rather slow
going. Unfortunately Graham slipped andamp; gashed his head but bravely carried
on. We arrived at the cars early afternoon then had a relaxing drink at the
hotel before saying our goodbyes.
Many thanks Keith for your
leadership andamp; Ian once again for inviting me. I hope it will not be the last
time, happy hiking to all of you.
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Margaret Kirsten – (Visitor)
– Chairman Durban Ramblers Hiking Club
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