As we climbed out of the car, we were met with a shroud of mist and the chilly pitter patter of rain; sideways rain, as is often the case in the blustery Cape. As the forecast had assured us it was nothing to shout about
We woke up in the cloud. Unzipping the tent after a chilly night on the mountain (and an unrelenting scuffle with a persistent bush rat), we stepped into an icy breeze with mist all around us. First, warm tea, coffee and oats – then the
South Africans have an unfaltering obsession with snow. We’re never prepared for the cold that comes with it - but that’s no deterrent, and the allure of the white stuff generally tempts even the least likely of locals into an outdoor exploratory mission of sorts. The
An icy gust of wind flapped open the neck of my jacket. First thought: why hadn’t I brought the one with the hood? Second: had I died and gone to heaven? The view below us was extraordinary. In one direction, we looked up towards Mordor –
Pitching a small hiking tent beneath the Cederberg’s gargantuan star-speckled sky is something special; falling asleep with the silhouette of a giant rock arch towering above your head is just plain extraordinary. And then, of course, there’s waking up. A slither of sunlight crept across my face,
Table Mountain’s ‘tabletop’ isn’t as flat as it looks. Many of us have learnt the hard way that walking on the mountain involves a surprising amount of undulation over buttresses, through ravines and over many a rocky mound. But that’s not all, once you’re up there
If you look at Table Mountain’s front face, you would never, for a second, imagine that behind the sheer, craggy cliffs there would exist a 3-dimensional world of cracks and crevasses, big enough for a human… well, only just. We tackled Right Face – Arrow Face
We spend our lives gallivanting up and down the mountain, crossing off poorts, pathways and landmarks as we go, often with no idea of how these sights came to be named. There are a wealth of fascinating theories out there, a few of which should
As the end of summer creeps up on us, we start to get that (slightly frantic) urge to make every daylight hour count. For me, the epitome of this was a trip up our very own New Seven Wonders of Nature as a casual evening
That unmistakable picture postcard view of Table Mountain framed by the craggy, silhouetted edges of Wally’s Cave has manifested itself across Cape Town’s blogs and newsfeeds in recent years, most often followed by a barrage of comments such as ‘Is this the mysterious Wally’s Cave?’