Back of the Moon – A Satisfying Quickie

My first trip down this section of the Riviersonderend had been in a huge hurry so I was eager to idle down the short, but enjoyable section with a small group. This time I climbed on with Rowan Walpole, Braam Rademeyer and Alex Rose. Alex was the first person to have paddled this section and knows it better than anyone. It was sure to be a fun afternoon!

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The Molenaars with Sunshine and a Wee Bit of Snow

The Molenaars is usually paddled in some rather ugly conditions. The good old Cape of Storms releases a little extra wrath into the Du Toits Kloof so when we decided to hit the Molenaars early the next morning and the weather predicted sunshine I was sceptical...

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The Riviersonderend – Back of the Moon Section

The largest fresh water reservoir in the Western Cape is the Theewaterskloof Dam. The exit of this massive dam (for South African standards) releases into the Riviersonderend. I had never been here before so was keen to see the dam, as well as the river which people spoke highly about. Because this section is so heavily dependent on water release, it is not run very often. In fact, it had only been once (I think) over the past three years. We had been having good rains and the water was overflowing into the river, so it was good to go. The only downside if that every man and his dog was there that day and fifteen of us set onto the river...

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The Doring River, Alone – Day 4: The Final Stretch

Morning arrived just as all the other mornings had on this little piece of earth before this one. It was initially quite overcast but the scene in front of me looked a little different as I had arrived on this side at night... I stood tall at camp 3B and looked back to my memorable camp 3A. There were no horses in sight. I wondered where they were and almost felt angry that they weren’t sleeping peacefully on the patch of grass that Satan had so fiercely defended.

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The Doring River, Alone – Day 3: Wild Horses....a Close Call with Satan

The following morning arrived overcast and chilly. The slight breeze didn’t make it any warmer so there would be no lazing around camp this time round. It was a stark contrast to the perfect weather I had experienced the day before and also on the first day. This trip was almost a representation of life, the wheel did indeed turn and as would soon be discovered, not everything would be hunky dory.

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