droffarc
Race Dog
- Joined
- Jan 27, 2006
- Messages
- 1,384
- Reaction score
- 138
- Location
- Cape Toon - TransAlp XL650V 2004
- Bike
- Honda NC750X
In keeping with a promise I had made to my TA that I would re-visit the Katbakkies pass in slower motion â?? I kept that promise.
Last time I had approached from the Karoo side at speed and in heat, not that I was in heat, but it seemed that we, as wild dogs, were chasing a wild bitch in the heat, when actually the female member of our group/pack, was behind us. Oh, that sounds fack to bront and downside up.
Anyway, to cut a short story even shorter, I stealthily approached the Kat bakkies from op-die-berg, in the midday sun â?? so as not to cast a shadow over the whole escapade, so to speak.
I was treated to some awesome sights of a landscape kind.
The Swartruggens Conservancy, according to my interpretation, which may indeed be biased in a bi-assed sort of way, welcome persons who wish to see jumping buck, Ostriches, landscapes and hikers, sleepers, especially those who have an affection for Bedses and Brekfistes, as well as those who have the in-tent-ion of crossing their cutlery at tables on all fours. Huh?
I also allowed the TA to lead me down the garden path, and up again, tricky little sod.
And found myself surrounded by a riot of rock. Methinks these may have been trolls at a meeting â?? reminded me of the time when Han Solo was presented to Jabba the Hut as a trophy.
Ever wondered where all the sand goes when the wind blows? Maybe here?
At last there was a sign, and the sign said â?? â??Narrow bridgeâ?. You know, like other signs say â??Keep Leftâ? etc. Well I spent half an hour trying to figure out how I was going to Narrow the bridge â?? Duh!
Almost at the top looking back at the vista.
For your information:
At the top I decided to pop in to visit some OLD friends. Alas they were out but forgot to lock the kitchen door.
It was there that I spied these:
Must be millions of little eggses. Wonder what kind of aminil would hatch from these. I somehow get the impression that they would be woolly saber tooth grasshoppers.
Trendy people stay here, they even have an indoor herbarium.
Then the scenic way down to the great Karoo.
You really can see into the future from here and I sat for about an hour in the midday sun just taking in the scenery and watching the traffic billowing along the R355. Amazing how many cars there were.
At the bottom end I found this little jewel of a picknick place. Shady and hidden and it even has toilet facilities. A magic place for a wild dog get together/picnic or even an overnighter â?? donâ??t you think? Only 100km from Ceres.
And I even noted the track prints of a TKC80 in the sand.
On the return journey â?? towards Ceres/Touwsriver I noted this curious route marker â?? the road to NOWHERE!.
Last time I had approached from the Karoo side at speed and in heat, not that I was in heat, but it seemed that we, as wild dogs, were chasing a wild bitch in the heat, when actually the female member of our group/pack, was behind us. Oh, that sounds fack to bront and downside up.
Anyway, to cut a short story even shorter, I stealthily approached the Kat bakkies from op-die-berg, in the midday sun â?? so as not to cast a shadow over the whole escapade, so to speak.
I was treated to some awesome sights of a landscape kind.
The Swartruggens Conservancy, according to my interpretation, which may indeed be biased in a bi-assed sort of way, welcome persons who wish to see jumping buck, Ostriches, landscapes and hikers, sleepers, especially those who have an affection for Bedses and Brekfistes, as well as those who have the in-tent-ion of crossing their cutlery at tables on all fours. Huh?
I also allowed the TA to lead me down the garden path, and up again, tricky little sod.
And found myself surrounded by a riot of rock. Methinks these may have been trolls at a meeting â?? reminded me of the time when Han Solo was presented to Jabba the Hut as a trophy.
Ever wondered where all the sand goes when the wind blows? Maybe here?
At last there was a sign, and the sign said â?? â??Narrow bridgeâ?. You know, like other signs say â??Keep Leftâ? etc. Well I spent half an hour trying to figure out how I was going to Narrow the bridge â?? Duh!
Almost at the top looking back at the vista.
For your information:
At the top I decided to pop in to visit some OLD friends. Alas they were out but forgot to lock the kitchen door.
It was there that I spied these:
Must be millions of little eggses. Wonder what kind of aminil would hatch from these. I somehow get the impression that they would be woolly saber tooth grasshoppers.
Trendy people stay here, they even have an indoor herbarium.
Then the scenic way down to the great Karoo.
You really can see into the future from here and I sat for about an hour in the midday sun just taking in the scenery and watching the traffic billowing along the R355. Amazing how many cars there were.
At the bottom end I found this little jewel of a picknick place. Shady and hidden and it even has toilet facilities. A magic place for a wild dog get together/picnic or even an overnighter â?? donâ??t you think? Only 100km from Ceres.
And I even noted the track prints of a TKC80 in the sand.
On the return journey â?? towards Ceres/Touwsriver I noted this curious route marker â?? the road to NOWHERE!.
