Whale breath and bird song. The quite, warm smell of fynbos in a sea breeze. Breath. Sun. A wide expanse of sky. A slow unfurling into a space bigger than my imagined self. Waves the colour of freedom, roaring and exploding on sculptures of limestone. Mountain streams. The yellow spring glow of Leucadendrons and the honey sweet smell of new flowers. The lift of a soul on a peak, a valley of patchwork and sparkling rivers below. The rise and float of birds on air that barely brushes the skin. And the stars. The night stars beyond imaging. A vast well of stars bursting through the sky. Three dimensional sky. Bigger than the day. Bigger than the night. And at its break, sand between the toes on an empty beach. No footprints but ours. Oyster catchers. Gannets. Cormorants. Calling the morning in. Rousing the sun. A cobra coiled on a warming rock. Lizards with blue heads and quick eyes. Scuttling through the cracks. Swimming in tidal pools filled with starfish. Anemones. Arlekruekel. Bristling black bunches of shining mussel shells. Sand filled with jewels. Curved and spiraled fragments with opalescent shades of orange and pearl pinks. Stones with quartz stripes and whorls, worn smooth by the movement of the eternal sea. And all around the leviathan leap and crash into the moving blue, ride the waves like slow dreams, lift their tails to the sun and slap their reverberating joy to their kin and to us. Flukes and mouths like invitations to the deep. Like meditation. Like awakening. Like pure self.
The view from the 611m Potberg Mountain Peak day 1.
The view of our hut and destination on day 2
The incredible rock formations day 4