Crossing the Elandsbos River
Thanks go to Jan Boshoff for providing an alternative narrative to our hike
A trail 49 years old named after the Cape Clawless Otter. A mammal that is an acrobat in water that feed of aquatic animals, but is clumsy on land. Solitary unless seeking a mate, but living in neighbouring groups of up to 5. Have a nice fur coat to keep it warm and will emit a high pitch scream if threatened. Weigh on average 13 to 21kgs and marks it territory. And so, did the Otter trail lives up its name?
No aquatic excursions as it was too cold, except for a few hours in the rain. Very clumsy (with some funny language) up the hills and very acrobatic on the flats. Food consisted of pasta, provitas, smash and droë wors. Solitary in groups of 2 to 3, but meet up at night for close gathering in the cabin and around a Smokey fire. No mating that we know of, but who could blame them if they did? Some where however seen marking their territory, while others used the time to take a nap in the sun. Thick coats and jackets kept us warm during the hike, and we did hear a few high pitch screams when threatened with a cold shower (some masochist showered every morning). Bags however weighed on average closer to 21kgs than the 12kgs at the beginning, but was quickly consumed.
But in the end we could appreciate the beauty that it lives in. Relatively unspoiled nature where everyone coexist, even in the midst of a drought. Beautiful overnight spots with the crashing waves the only music available. The night sky a beautiful painting of light. A wonderful friendships with people previously unknown. And a special thanks to the Otter that graced us with his presence on the last date.
As its namesake something of wonder that needs to be protected for future generations.
Jan was kind enough to share some of his photos with us and I have interspersed those in our slide shows as well as providing a couple of them here. Thank you Jan
