Oh dear maybe tomorrow brings the doggies
barryels Nope they wanted to stay with us the whole time!
Pumbaa Your "name" shows me why!
cheetah2111 Nothing like and Ouma Rusk!
At last I managed to catch up with one of my most favourite trip reports Cape of Storms!
I fell so privileged! Thanks for staying with me
I think the planning is part of the fun of it all. We are getting very anxious for our return, now 38 days away.
That is so true ! So
that you are nearly on your way. Take me with !!!
Heksie Thanks for persevering with me!
14 July 2012
Early to rise and catch the sun coming up! I could just stand here for hours....
but I have Wild Dogs to find and I am determined as ever to find them. We head towards the popular S28 and Nthandanyathi Viewing area. This must be what they call “grasslands!”
Along the way we see some prehistoric beasts.... lets hope they don’t become extinct. (Note this animal was spotted sometime during our day but I will not provide any location details.....)
Feeling the need to feed we head to Mlondozi Dam and spot a spotter!
What a view from a favorite picnic spot of many! Emily enjoying the view and playing while we get the gas fired up for a fry up that legends are made of!
Somebody else was watching...
ready to grab and run....
but I was prepared to do battle for my sarmie!
Tummies filled we leave Mlondozi and take a trip down to Biyamiti. We take it slow because I am feeling spotty lucky....
Would the Wild Dog gods smile upon me just this once??????
No but the Cheetah gods are definitely determined to rain them down on me.....
YES PEOPLE ANOTHER CHEETAH SIGHTING!!!!! This time a loner on the S130!
I guess if I keep looking for the Dog I will find this cat!!! Long live the Cheetah spotting!
We leave the Kitty and take the H4-2 down to Croc Bridge for a Pee Pee stop before finding our way through the maize of closed roads to Biyamiti....
How do I love thee let me count the ways.....
To many to mention but it is an amazing little camp that is a true testament to Kruger and what it means to me. We make a huge fire to last the entire evening because it is our last. Every last bit of food gets prepared and if possible braaied. (padkos for tomorrow!) Long after the kids are asleep Ray and I sit under the stars with our fading fire and clinking whiskey glasses listening to the sounds of the bush. Here we make plans for our next pilgrimage and wonder if we have a sickness that keeps bringing us back.
After the fire dies we make our way into the house and fall asleep for the last time in the holy land. I dream of the painted dogs that elude me and know I only have a couple hours left in the morrow to see them. Could it be that yet again I am left without a sighting and that in itself will bring me back here next year....