Diary of an Adventure

Mountain Zebra National Park

There is something personal about Mountain Zebra. It doesn’t have the freneticness of larger parks and there is a quiet gentleness to being held in the cupped palm formed by the mountains.
The scenery is beautiful. With an abundance of flowering plants. Mauve Wild Iris and white Erica’s. Reeds tipped with delicate blue. Mountains of polished boulders, under wide blue skies.
Watching a bunch of zebra continually move into the danger zone of a prowling lioness, reinforced the perception that these are not the brightest of animals. Perhaps some of the Botswana donkey genes have made their way into the bloodline?
However, when perfectly captured against the skyline, they are decidedly good looking with their telltale brown stripes between the black and white. Of course, with the Karoo windmill and flat topped mountain in the distance!
We had time to watch a Fish Eagle bath. Marvel at the grace and power of stampeding wildebeest. Sit and read while the skies turned golden at sunset, before retreating inside to a warming fire.
Grateful to the genius who included a vent from the fireplace to warm the bedroom on a crisp  Karoo night. Granted the temperatures are hardly below zero, the evening sky full of stars, however, that bit of planning is remarkable as the cottage is cold.
Thoughts turn to capturing the essence on canvas. A new adventure.
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Diary of an Adventure

Bushveld Adventure

Dust filled haze. Spectacular sunsets and sunrises. Long tail shrikes. Music notes on the fence around Jenny and Clive’s house, where game meander to the dam. Pulse settling into rhythm with the cicada beetles. Jackals calling.

Star filled sky. Twilight quiet. Laughter and chatter from the family around the long table. Clive’s (Wayne’s?) secret marinade wafting to the Gods, on clouds of braai smoke.

Mozzies tearing chunks out of me. Calves cramping. Red nose and cheeks. The joys of being in the bush!

Large herds of Eland, Kudu, Impala, Zebra and Wildebeest. Swarms of giraffe making the most of the spring shoots. Mauve flowers on the jacarandas, a reminder of past homesteads that have been absorbed into the game park.

The universe poised for an instant to make it possible for the family to be together. 

A breath. Memories.