Gary helps Keith lift the bike by standing on the back wheel and hanging off the side pannier rack while Keith heaves it upright. They tried this with my bike too, but my bike is a bit low for it to be very effective.
Onwards we go…
The track becomes even more treacherous with lots of loose rock and sharp rocky ridges, interspersed with stretches of soft warm river sand. Keith carries on ahead, scouting the route, while Scottish Leader and I struggle along slowly at the back, often coming to a sudden standstill in the molasses sand. I remember two Kaokoland lessons though, and manage to get myself out of the sand by opening up while pushing the bike forward. Where I don’t have confidence to ride, or I’ve gotten stuck, I paddle through the sand.
It is hard, hot work, but we make slow progress. Scottish Leader is having a harder time than I am. I don’t know whether he is dehydrated or a bit unfit, but he gets stuck in the sand more often and for longer periods than I do. Heaving the behemoth around can’t be easy, and I’m thankful for my relatively light bike.
Glimpses of water through thorny trees show that we’ve reached the Tra-Tra river. Apparently there is a doable crossing about 1km of heavy sand down (up?) river, but this particular river crossing is a dry and we can easily cross. People afterwards suggested that the 1km sandy detour is safer in the sense that the river crossing you reach is almost always crossable, but I’m happy to have skipped 1km of heavy deep warm sand.
On the other side of the river crossing is a crappy little embankment to conquer before one is out of the river proper. It is steep and turns sharply to the left, and full of sharp stones, the gravel probably spun out by 4x4s and such.
While Keith walks back to help Gary, who’s gotten stuck in the sand again, I walk around a bit. I need a comfort break, as I’ve been dutifully sipping from my still cold water. The ice in the back was a brilliant tip from Jacques, and I’m so glad I did it!!
The interesting rock formations draw the eye
It is sweltering, and the lethargy has me walking around with all my kit on. It is simply too much effort to take off my helmet and gear.
When Gary finally comes unstuck and his KTM is parked on the stone embankment crossing the Tra-Tra, we all submerge ourselves in the luke warm water for a bit of refreshment. I keep on the cotton leggings and T-shirt that I always wear under my kit, because I have a plan. The wetness of the cotton will keep my skin cool once we’re on the move again.
Slightly cooler, we don our hot kit again and set off into the sunset. It is getting late, and our pace is much MUCH slower than Keith planned for. The terrain keeps throwing out challenges, but we are up for it and forge along mostly fearlessly, and sometimes semi-fearlessly.
This particular little uphill has some interesting features to catch the unweary and unwatchful.
I think that black roost stripe is where I came to a standstill at a steep angle on tip toes, miraculously keeping Blue upright, screaming like a banshee and spinning the bike like crazy to get up the rest of the loose shale.
We make it to the top and for a moment, I feel like a conqueror.