Our planned weekend trip to the Cederberg was shot down in flames when the missus declared that if she is going to sleep cold in a tent, I will be on the receiving end of her cold anger for the next month. Rather than tempt fate, I decided to cancel but at least got permission to disappear for the day. Me and Smurf (not a wild dog yet) met up at 08:00 and braved the cold morning air over Sir Lowry's Pass, Houwhoek Pass and past Botriver. At Dassiesfontein we turned right onto the dirt and spirits were high as we sped down to the Swart River only to be stopped in our tracks by a flooded fast flowing mass of water. I tried to convince Smurf to cross seeing that the loss of a Varadero would not be the end of the world, but he feverishly declined with a thousand and one excuses. We retracted and stayed on the tar but got back on the dirt just other side of Caledon. The KTM was slipping and sliding through mud patches and every now and then a new stain in otherwise clean underpants appeared. The Klein Rivier was also swollen to the banks.