MY KINGDOM FOR A SPADE
Three thoughts crossed my mind as we drove into the Walker Bay Nature Reserve.
I reminisced about a time when we were out photographing ground squirrels in the Karoo. Not keen to lose sight of a colony on the move, we decided to “feel” our way through the veld, but were brought to an abrupt stop when both left wheels simultaneously dropped into discarded borrow entrances. We had to dig our way out, but only after having walked about half a mile to borrow a spade.
The second thought was about how “over the top” it looks to mount a spade on a roof rack.
The final thought was that the Fisherman’s Trail was just a regular set of sandy tracks and not really a 4x4 trail at all.
So in this tranquil half slumber, we drove on to the first parking spot. The track here runs just behind the final set of dunes. In two places the dunes had done their seasonal wandering and spilled ever so slightly over the track. I did pick up a little speed, enough to commit, but not enough to get through. And as you may know, by the time you have to press on the accelerator when driving in sand, it is usually too late. This time there was no handy farmstead half a mile away, so I dug with a piece of stick while Mama Nightjar rolled around in mirth and took photos. (Duties being very much segregated in this household when it suits her mood).
So, despite comments above, I guess I will be looking into mounting brackets after all!