After a little on and off drizzle overnight we woke to a fresh morning.
The Dragons Teeth towered protectively above our camp, first in shadow.
Then slowly the light turned these rocky teeth to gold.
We waited for the sun to warm the lowlands while the dragon’s breath intermittently flowed over the spires above.
Then hit the return trail, lost in thought, absorbed by the Berg magic.
Crossed a few streams.
And kept an eye on the sky.
In fact we quickened our pace a bit so saw less of the little things.
Yet the mystical quality of the place beckoned many photo stops.
A baboon family frolicked on rock outcrops on the hillside above with the Patriarch keeping watch.
We continued down the trail under an ominous sky.
And could almost see our destination.
Made a quick stop at Breakfast Stream…
…where John sent a text to Joan in camp and asked her to order me a burger and fries for dinner before the food service closed. We expected to be in shortly after that.
Then we saw John’s family hiking a ways below us but as it had started to rain they turned around and we hurried down the trail back to Monks Cowl camp.
Every time I get the chance to place my feet upon the path of beauty into a special natural place I am both filled and emptied. I am humbled by the experience and seek to return. Thank you John for sharing this little piece of your blessed back yard. If it weren’t for bloggers like Joan and Jo I might not have ever made it to South Africa. And there is so much more to be posted about this adventure.
