There was a large turn-out for the trail and the party consisted of Don Bands, Hettie Esterhuyse, Karin van Niekerk, (photographer) Dave & Gill Manley, Charles and Lindsey Smith, Maretha Alant, Werner Frei, Bill Turner, Tony & Evie Bowen, Gary & Valerie Thompson, Fran Hunziker, Greg & Janet Moore and guests, Ingrid Vis, Sally Adam, Santa de Jager.

The previous evening, Dave Manley and I left 4×4 vehicles deep into the mountain, at the end of the trail, to give us more time the following morning. Thanks to Don Bands for driving us out.

We all met at Mooihoek farm entrance on the R328. There was heavy overcast with growls of thunder and a shower in the distance. We drove into the farm and parked, by prior arrangement, at the hiking huts.

As we started the ascent to the neck, on a good path, a brief thundery shower had some reaching for their waterproofs.


From the neck we descended, with fine views of Engelseberg, to the camping spot on the Moordkuil River, where we had a break for tea.


From here we turned south and followed the river through the mountains. It was ten months since we last walked this trail and on that occasion, the path onward was easy to find. This time, with such an abundance of water, the path had become seriously overgrown and hard to follow and unless some work is done, the path will be impassable within six months.

We crossed the river back and forth many times, passing large swimming pools, where several had a welcome dip. We passed through large stands of indigenous forest and fynbos, where we climbed out of the river bed. Most of the crossings were rather slippery and the vegetation very dense, as can be seen in the photo.


With the large group and unclear path, we had to keep checking that the people at the back were able to find the path, which resulted in many stops and generally slow progress. As we climbed out of the river bed for the last time, through a lovely path of indigenous forest, the path again became clearer.



At the lunch spot, Sally spotted some dead ants clamped to grass stalks, it was thought that they were affected by a fungus with mind altering properties.


The walk out after lunch was through rugged country and beautiful fynbos, dropping down to cross tributaries with steep climbs out.


The hike took quite a bit longer than the previous year, most of the group taking seven and a half hours, mainly due to a much bigger group and an overgrown path.

The distance was 12 km, with 573m of ascent and 741m descent.

As we drove out it started to rain, which made it most unpleasant for those on the back of my bakkie in the twenty odd km back to the start.

To quote Evie, “It was a truly wonderful day out in the Outeniquas, lovely mountain views and a very interesting and enjoyable hike. And to quote Dave, “The best hike he has had with the MC”

Thanks to Dave and Don for help with the logistics and Karin, Evie and Sally for photos.

Greg Moore – meet leader


Hikers attending were: Cheryl and Greg Devine, Karin van Niekerk, Charles Smith, Charl du Plooy, Werner Frey, Clive Louw, Wolf Schneider, Fred van Berkel, Hans van Ameyde (Meet leader).

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The weather was fine, overcast but fortunately no rain. Just as well, considering the climbing awaiting us later in the afternoon. We got to the official coastal route west of Sinclair Hut by 10h30 to enjoy the impressive view to the west along the coast. As it was rather windy, we decided to have our morning break at the Hut. From here we proceeded east through the Fynbos and descended to sea level and crossed the Grooteiland River, most of us keeping dry feet.


We enjoyed our lunch at the tidal pool a bit further on. However, nobody was keen on taking a bath due to the lack of sunshine. From here the terrain becomes challenging, rounding Grootkop and beyond towards Kranshoek view point.

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After we got to the area below Kranshoek, we climbed up through the indigenous forest on a decent path and reached our parking area, high up around 15h30.

Only then, the rain in the form of a light drizzle started falling. So glad about that! We all felt very satisfied with our accomplishment doing this beautiful scenic and challenging hike.

Thanks also to Fred van Berkel for sharing some of his pictures.

Hans van Ameyde – meet leader

The day shone bright and clear with no hint of rain. A perfect day for a river outing.


On Saturday 21 January 26 members and non-members arrived at Strawberry Hill to start the walk down to the river. After the usual meet and greet and roll call we were off. Bill and his faithful dog accompanied us to the Kaaimans where we met up with Maretha and Clive, who had decided to get into the river further upstream, which added a further one and a half hours onto their time.


It was a motley crew that entered the water for the first swim, some with gusto and enthusiasm others with a little trepidation and a few misgivings. So began our journey down to Wilderness via the Kaaimans.

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Four children participated in the fun, which improved the age demographics of the SC MCSA greatly. With the use of pool noodles for the younger ones they navigated their way to the end with absolutely no problems, smiles on their faces most of the way, as long as they were fed at regular intervals and could lie on a nice warm rock from time to time to warm up.

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The oldies did exceptionally well, with the thought of warm clothes a cold beer and braai at the end, there was no holding them back.

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There were no major hiccoughs on the day but with such a large group it is impossible to all stay together, so big thanks to all who helped me get everyone safely down and back to Strawberry Hill.

While we were in the river Sandy, Nicky, Di and Avril walked the Fern Trail on the farm. Three non-members were
very late in arriving at the start but did manage to do the river by themselves.

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The cherry on the top of this fantastic day, was a bring-and-braai at the Turners. Thank you Bill and Di for your wonderful hospitality.
Those who did the Kaaimans:
Members: Greg and Cheryl Devine, Greg and Janet Moore, Karin Van Niekerk, Fred Van Berkel, Charles Smith, Evie
Bowen, Stewart Stiles, Alice Jagger, Eugene Fichardt, Rina de Leur, Maretha Alant, Clive Louw, Peter, Clara and Stella Adrian (Jo’burg members).
Non-Members: Lindsay Smith, Kat Webster, Charl Du Plooy, Henry, Kiran and Marley Greyling, Jeannine McManus, William vd Poll and Harry Lewis.
Irmela and Tony were a big help with transport.

Meet Leader: Cheryl Devine.


Clive Louw (leader), Cheryl Devine, Fran Hunziker, Irmela Kohlsdorf, Hans v Ameyde, Greg Devine, Maretha Alant, Fred v Berkel, Lindsay Smith, Saartjie v d Merwe, Charles Smith, Karin v Niekerk, Nicky v Berkel (taking photo).

The weather was perfect with light breezes and ample cloud cover to take the sting out of this summer’s day hike. The start is from Sparrebosch down a well maintained Fisherman’s Trail, mainly through indigenous forest to a lovely beach at the bottom. This is as far as Nicky and Karin had planned to go.


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The others were to follow a very rugged coastline with plenty of scrambling and the occasional sign of a local fisherman track. The day was chosen with low tide at 11h00, since the route is often just above the water level. The ocean swell was rather large that day, and the waves caught us at times.

We soon came across our first rock barrier, which we got around by climbing a steep chimney with dubious rock in places. The rope was taken out here to assist some of the party.

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The next hurdle was a gully with a steep descent. The scramble down and gully crossing were quite easy, but the big waves caught many by surprise. A few of the members were soaked from top to tail, but importantly nobody lost their footing during the wave distraction.



The next feature was East Cape, a small peninsula, which is about half way. A shortcut is taken across the peninsula on an old fisherman path through the bush. The path is overgrown, and the bush had all sorts of thorns. We arrived at the other side with some clothes torn, and exposed epidermis worn through in places. Some were donating blood quite generously, while somebody was muttering that mountaineering is not supposed to be a blood sport!

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Straight after that is an impressive huge rock buttress with a tunnel right through it. The obvious way is through the tunnel. We then found a convenient shady overhang for our lunch break, but had to share it with flotsam in abundance.

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We did not tally for long, because we knew about another important rock scramble just at the end. We did not want to be caught by the high tide, which had given an earlier party a lot of trouble.

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We were then surprised by a gully we were not told about. You can’t get around it as there is impenetrable bush at the head of the gully. We had to wade across and got more than just our feet wet.

Towards the end of the route, some of the party chose to take a popular fisherman track that detours around the top of the last rock challenges. The remaining six members stayed low and continued with the scrambling. We arrived at the last big challenge well in time and the waves were of no concern. The challenge is a short undercut face that is steep with poor footholds, but compensates with very good handholds. The rope was taken out again to assist some over the hardest technical challenge (Rock grade C).

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Soon we were at the Eastern Head where there is a sandy beach. For those who wanted to, the route was finished off in style by having a swim. We were then able to really feel the force of the big waves that had been bothering us. We were all happy and safely back at the carpark by 14h30.

This is truly an impressive and challenging part of our rocky coastline. Hence the so-called short route of 6.5 km route was completed in 6.5 hours. Yes, that is 1 km per hour, and we don’t want to hear any snide comments about our speed!

Clive Louw – meet leader

This was an exploratory hike into unknown territory, with the aim of ascending the highest peak and also give it a name. Since the weekend of 12 and 13 November was to be a cloudy and rainy one, the meet was moved to 19 and 20 November. Fortunately, most of the original group members could attend. They were Bill Turner, Greg and Cheryl Devine, Clive Louw, Charles Smith, Maretha Alant, Fran Hunziker, Janine Smith, Werner Illenberger and Zeta Michau from EP Section, Derek Odendaal (leader), as well as two guests from the Klein Karoo Hiking Club, Danie and Wessel Steyl.

We gathered in perfect weather at Misgund on Saturday morning and drove through the farms and orchards towards the Niekerksberg Nature Reserve, managed by EC Nature Conservation. The entire hike was in this reserve. There is a rough jeep track running into the reserve for almost 10 km and goes up to a height of 1400m, where it ends between Niekerksberg and the unnamed highest peak. We followed this track and enjoyed the mountain scenery, with the Misgund River winding its way up the valley on our left side. Unfortunately there are quite a lot of hakea and pine trees invading some of the mountain slopes. We could see not much is done to eradicate these.


Walking in the Niekerksberg Nature Reserve


Erica trachysantha grows in abundance

Early afternoon saw us near the end of the jeep track. We left our packs where we thought would be a good overnight spot and proceeded to climb the highest peak (1618m). It was still some 200m up and the going was a bit rough. The whole group made it to the top. There was some mist coming and going, but we could get great views of the surrounding mountains, as well as southwards over the Keurbooms River catchment area and towards Plett in the distance.


The group on the summit of Goedgegund (photo by Derek)


Afternoon mist flowing over the peaks

We camped for the night between this peak and Niekerksberg, at a height of around 1350m. After sunset it became very cold and at times we were shrouded in mist. We also woke up in mist the next morning, but it soon disappeared and we then had perfect clear weather. We climbed Niekerksberg (1595m) and reached the summit around 8 am. This offered fantastic views, especially to the east with Peak Formosa prominent in the distance. We could see 6 mountain ranges: The Langkloof range, Tsitsikamma, Outeniqua, Kouga, Kammanassie and Swartberg.


The great view towards Peak Formosa from the summit of Niekerksberg

After packing up our tents, we walked back along the jeep track. The sun was fierce and it became a bit hot at midday. Many of us took a nice plunge into the large dam near the end of our hike. All of us were back at the cars by 2 pm. It was really a pleasant meet in this unknown area. After a number of proposals and discussions around a name for the highest peak, it was decided to call it Goedgegund (meaning well-favoured), and which is the positive for Misgund.


The cool water down below invited us for a swim

Derek Odendaal – meet leader


Location: Sandwiched between the Grootrivierberge and the Witteberge just North of Willowmore

Date: 28-30 Oct 2016

Group Leader: Chris Leggatt

Members: Chris Leggatt, Hugo Leggatt, Bill Turner, Fred and Nicky van Berkel, Tony and Evie Bowen, Dave and Gill Manley, Dave and Margie Barnes, Don and Mari Bands

Guest Appearances: Liz Bazin, Andre Knoetze, Sineke Schmidt, Cherie Swanepoel, Dave Heggie

This memorable weekend was born a over a year ago while Chris and Andre sat around a campfire enjoying a bottle of wine. Andre had remarked that in all the years that he had owned the farm, he had not yet climbed the Witteberge behind the farmhouse and gazed across the Great Karoo… and so it was, with this objective, that the weekend was finally planned for the last weekend of October 2016.

On the Friday afternoon, the group was due to assemble at 5pm in Willowmore under the leadership of Chris Leggatt, but due to unforeseen circumstances the group leader and his two travelling companions were nowhere near Willowmore at the allocated time. Thankfully, the landowners, Andre and Sineke, met the party and led them to the farm at dusk, with Chris and companions catching up just before the farmhouse.

Saturday morning saw 3 different excursions. A group of 10 set off for the high ridge at 8am (Bill Turner, not wanting to hold back the group, had set off earlier), while two smaller groups stayed in the valley below (one to walk the jeep track further along the valley while the other explored the nearby river valley for possible rock art).


Summit group less Bill who is somewhere up the slope behind the subjects

Thankfully the ascent to the summit, while long, was reasonably straight forward. There were some cliffs which had been formed by the folding of the rock strata that created some minor obstacles, but the sparse vegetation and the overcast weather allowed us all to plod along at a comfortable pace. Just under halfway up the 770 m ascent, we had to drop down to a neck before continuing our way up. After three and a half hours of hiking, we were rewarded with the most magnificent view over the Great Karoo towards Aberdeen and Graaff Reinet. With no foothills below, the mountain drops away to the vast plain of the Karoo.


Fred making his way up the slope


The lower slope


The whole summit party


On the Witteberg Ridge with the Grootrivierberge to the South and the Great Karoo to the North

After lunching at the Jakobskop trig beacon (1465m) with a magnificent view laid out before us, we started the knee-jarring descent. With water starting to run low, the party started to show signs of fatigue and minor dehydration in the last half of the descent. After 8 hours on the mountain, we were happy to sit around the evening campfires and take stock of our achievements. We realised that the summit party, with its 4 hip replacements, 1 new knee, a pace-maker and a few other odds and ends, could almost build a robot with what they had in the group. We also learnt that the one party that had explored the river valley near the farmhouse had discovered some rock art!


Sunday morning saw a couple of minor excursions. The rock art group, which mainly consisted of some of the members of the Saturday summit party, headed off to view the newly discovered rock art, while a smaller group walked up the jeep track to see more of the farm. Although the scramble up the scree slope to the rock art site was a little tricky, the art and the view were both worth the effort. From the cave we could look towards the farmhouse and up the slope that we had climbed the previous day. Most of the party then headed back to the farmhouse via the way they had come, while Chris and Liz continued down the dry river bed in order to loop around a hill back to the farmhouse. En route, while crossing over a neighbouring farm, they discovered another rock art site that the 5th generation landowner did not even know about!

All in all it was a successful weekend in which we managed to reach our objectives. Thanks to our gracious hosts, Andre Knoetze and Sineke Schmidt for allowing us the privilege to explore this spectacular mountain range.


Andre and Sineke at the rock art site with Jakobskop in background.


Chris and Liz at 2nd rock art site



Chris Leggatt – meet leader

Imagine if you will, this conversation between David Livingstone and his wife, Mary Moffat.

David: “Fancy a bit of a walk up through Africa then, Love? We could discover Lake Victoria and the source of the Nile. Maybe save a few souls along the way”
Mary: “Sounds good, but will there be a path?”
David: “Of course there won’t be a path, we’re explorers. And I do wish you would change your last name to Livingstone, or at least Moffat-Livingstone.”
Mary: “Well then, if there’s no path I’m not coming!”
David: “Och, come on, we’ll be fine. The bush’ll nae be too bad.”
Mary: “No!”

We all know how badly it turned out. David went alone anyway and found a few things here and there, but without his wife to supervise, things got messy. He got lost, found, lost again and then died. His finder Stanley, task complete, went on to rape and pillage the Congo. Mary died alone without ever changing her last name.

I was reminded of this by a similar conversation in the Devine household the other day. We were talking about my proposed Kammanassie traverse. Cheryl expressed some doubts about my route-finding and showed reluctance to bush-whack the six kilometres of non-path in the thirty kilometre hike. It was like Twenty Questions. How thick was the bush? Should she come? Would anybody come? Would anyone make it? Who would play Stanley?

However, we finally decided to both go, because not to go would be repeating history. In the end, it was both good and bad. The bush wasn’t too thick and no one got lost, but no souls were saved. The problem turned out to be too much water. Well, not enough initially and then later much too much, mostly inside Karin’s and Bill’s tents.

This is how it happened. The Devines met the Bowens and Werner Frei at the Buffelsdrif crossroads and went to leave a car at the usual Mannetjiesberg parking spot. We returned to the crossroads and met the rest of the party consisting of Bill Turner, newbie Charles Smith, Amelia Spargo and Karin van Niekerk. We drove up the jeep track to near the campsite and parked. The day was cool and overcast.


The intrepid explorers, Evie Bowen, Charles Smith, Bill Turner, Tony Bowen, Amelia Spargo, Werner Frei, Cheryl Devine and Karin van Niekerk. I am clearly not in the picture.

We set off up the track and made good time to the gate in the game fence where we turned right and found the east-bound track leading to the usual Platberg-Kammanassieberg campsite. The last water was only a trickle, but we all managed to fill up our bottles. The camp is about 1 km further and 100 metres higher than the water, so one needs to carry enough water to avoid buzzing back and forth from the camp to the water every five minutes.


A steep part of the jeep track on the way up. Tony about to assume ‘the position’.

No one buzzed anywhere for the next sixteen hours as the rain came down shortly after we pitched camp. We were all in lock-down for the rest of the afternoon and night, in driving rain, wind and fog. Inside a warm dry tent was the only place to be. Bill and Charles kept up a non-stop conversation for the first three hours and then Bill kept up a non-stop monologue for the next three. The other tents listened in.


View of the camp from the door of our tent shortly after our arrival.

Sometime during the night – it must have been late as Bill was silent – there was a commotion and a lot of torch flashes. This turned out to be Amelia retrieving her fly-sheet, which had blown off but luckily landed not far away. But in the morning a wet and drowned-looking Karin came to our tent, and through chattering teeth told us she had got drenched in the night. Her tent had failed completely and she had almost floated out the door. Clearly she would have to go down. Bill and Charles also got wet but apparently from the bottom up. Amelia was also damp and it would be better for her not to spend another night out.


The morning weather started well. Here Karin dries herself in the wind.

Luckily the wet four were all in the same car so we sent them down straight away. The remaining five then debated at length whether to complete the route or just to explore the first section. The rain had stopped but it was still threatening, so we decided to leave the tents standing and recce the first part of the proposed route.

There is a jeep track almost the whole way through the length of the Kammanassie, but there is a section missing in the middle, and this was the question that needed answering. There are two options to link the two ends, to go high along the ridges, or to try a west-east valley that apparently links up. As one leaves the western end of the track, there are four deep gullies that could well block the route. The rest of the valley, although up and down, looks okay. So we went to check out the ‘dings’ in the route.


The route ahead is through the saddle between two peaks. The jeep track, on the left, ends just before the first big ding.


The first big ding seen from the end of the jeep track. It was a straightforward scramble cum bush-whack.

The first one is deep and goes with a bit of difficulty and the other three are shallower and basically easy. The bush is no problem. But the going is slow – 5km took 5 hours. So the conclusion is that the route is feasible, but with a small party carrying lightly. We will go for it again soon, in better weather I hope.


The spur between the first and second dings, looking south towards Buffelsdrift. A cave is visible in the centre. We will install Bill here next time.

By the time we got back to our tents it was pouring again. The prospect of another long boring afternoon and night in the tents – without Bill – convinced us to bail. We packed up wet tents and shot back down to Tony and Evie’s car. After retrieving our own car we all went home to warm dry beds.


Bill’s Cave

Greg Devine – Meet Leader

A group of nine MCSA members met at the Kranshoek Picnic site to start walking just after 09h00.
Unfortunately two members had to cancel last minute due to waking up that morning with severe flu symptoms.


Clive Louw, Wolf Schneider, Werner Frei, Sandy Louw, Erich and Margarit Brack, Margie Barnes, Irmela Kohlsdorf (leader)


and Dave Barnes

Weather conditions were perfect. We descended through the indigenous forest down the never-ending steps (some of which seem to have been put in by a giant – a challenge for the short-legged hiker) – stopping shortly to admire the lovely view into the gorge and towards the waterfall.


We arrived at the coast at low tide and the conditions were ideal for an adventure. Therefore some of the group agreed happily to leave the path for a while and follow Werner, looking for a possibility to get over the rocks to the other side of the bay –



Unfortunately to find out that this was not possible. We had to return the same way, to later catch up with those who had continued on the actual trail.



The picturesque scenery of the Kranshoek Hike is always a special experience and reminds you of the OtterTrail in some places.
After a short stop and some snacks on the rocky beach, where we had to leave the coast line, we continued on the steep path up to the plateau, where fynbos and proteas were in full bloom.


We arrived at the Kranshoek Picnic site at 14h00.
Margie and Dave, who had chosen a shorter route and returned earlier, were so kind to light the fire, so that on our arrival we could start grilling immediately.


It was a lovely day and great outing – filled with laughter, adventure and comradeship – pleasantly closed off by the braai, which was enjoyed by all.


We left for home at about 16h30.

Irmela Kohlsdorf – meet leader

Senior Members attending: Merv & Jean Prior, Dave & Fay Jones, Don & Marie Bands, Hettie Esterhuyse and Brenda Falconer.

A senior Johannesburg member of the MCSA, ex – president Roland Magg who rose to the MCSA birthday challenge set to all Old Timers, boasted of climbing a peak in the N.W. Province with three generations: his mother Uschi, himself and his young family. Our Merv easily topped that boast.

When the seven S.Cape senior members who responded to his and Jean’s invitation arrived for morning tea and cake at their delightful forest cottage at The Crags, they were met by a horde of children, grandchildren, great -grandchildren and various parents and friends, easily making it four generations. (An attempt was made to count the children but they never kept still long enough. Jean guessed around 1 dozen.)

From The Crags all departed to Keurbooms for a planned walk to the iconic Arch Rock as a first stop, all at low tide according to the tide tables. From there the plan was to climb a headland overlooking Arch Rock and to toast the mountains at noon, but the weather gods had other plans. With a strong westerly wind and rain threatening, the “easy” beach walk turned out to be rather more challenging than planned. Heavy surf and frequent storm surges meant that low tide never seemed to happen, while high tide appeared to return at irregular intervals. This resulted in a very challenging hike over slippery rock and all of the seniors getting thoroughly wet.

Meanwhile, the young set, who were able to skip over the wet and greasy boulders with ease, arrived in good time at Arch Rock and relieved their boredom by stripping, to skinny-dip and to dodge the huge waves that crashed through the arch. They did not seem to feel the cold at first but were more than ready to move on when the senior party finally made it. A quick re-arrangement of the schedule was made, a bottle of sparkling grape juice was produced and a cork popped. The youngsters greatly enjoyed the fun of trying to catch the cork and having bubbly dispensed by Merv, before disappearing with their parents up the hill and on a long circular, inland walk that was planned to exhaust them all, hopefully in time for bed.


Looking up from beach level at the towering Arch Rock, Merv declared that as a free- standing rock, even if it had its feet in the waves, it could be called a peak, and altered his planned schedule. He set off for a daring solo ascent and had reached a respectable altitude on a steep rock face before his party declared an age-handicap could be applied. In other words, he was judged to have climbed high enough, at his age, to have summited.

Honour satisfied, and enjoying relative peace with the youngsters off on their hike, a proper champagne bottle, correctly fortified, was produced. The MCSA and the mountains were duly toasted and lunch was declared, even if a bit earlier than planned.



This turned out to be a wise decision as the trip home across the same greasy rocks was even more demanding with the real tide coming in. When the car park and Enrico’s Restaurant were finally reached, a hot coffee break was declared. The staff at Enrico’s, where posh clientele were busy wining and dining on crayfish and the like in a packed dining room, could not have been kinder. They made space in the service area of their bar for a very wet, cold and bedraggled senior party, right next to a warm, hissing coffee machine. Here they soon recovered enough strength to head for their cars and home.

Before they dispersed, Fay Jones as one of the younger seniors at only 75, did a careful calculation and declared the average age of the game, S. Cape, senior citizen, 2016 celebration party to be 81.

Dave Jones – meet leader


Set to go: Summit at top right,
route in red .

Members: Werner Frei, Romy Foster, Chris Gow, Hugo Leggatt, Wolf Schneider, Karin van Niekerk, Mike von der Heyde.
Temporary Members: James Bryden, Natassia Leggatt

The weather was ideal – a mix of sun and cloud, with a breeze from the south-east to keep us cool. The outing was originally chosen with older club members in mind but the presence of Natassia Leggatt as a temporary member gave the party a sixty-year age spread. With birth years ranging from 1939 to 2000, there was a lot of world history there!
At Bergplaas we reduced the number of cars to two, driving from there up to the 700m ridge through fynbos and pine plantations with everwidening views.
The route to the summit led up a rather overgrown path through beautiful fynbos at its spring best. It seems clear that few parties come up here so one wonders what keeps the path open. It was steep and slippery in places – and certainly a good deal more open by the time we had come down again, mainly on our big ends!


We spent about 90 minutes reaching the summit where we had magnificent 360° views, stretching to the Swartberg and Kammanassie to the north and a coastal view which included both Knysna and Mossel Bay.



Erica discolour

Closer at hand the proteas, mimetes and ericas were on beautiful display.


The summit at 1000m – all present and correct.

After 30 pleasant minutes on the summit, we spent another hour, often slithering, on our way down. We were all back at the cars about three hours after setting off.

Hugo Leggatt – meet leader

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