Walking the Riverbed

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Visitors at the Sand River camp
 

While Ed set off to find a water pump, the rest of us hiked half a mile up the dry river bed armed with our cameras, a pair of binoculars, and a Buck Special hunting knife that I carried on our trip. The land seemed to bake in the mid-morning heat. Sandy, rocky terrain looked uninhabitable to any type of life-form but from the previous days on safari we knew better. Moments remained tense as we rounded each bend, not knowing what lurked ahead.

 

Suddenly a fever tree appeared to come alive. It shook and swayed violently as a troop of vervet monkeys leapt from its branches. They fled in a frenzy in all directions. Then a snorting warthog thrashed from a nearby bush, stopping us in our tracks. With glaring beady eyes, the stout beast confronted us at twenty feet for a few moments which seemed like an eternity. Squealing and grunting, the animal finally scurried into deeper brush. Its tufted tail poised straight up and resembled a marker flag on the back of an out of control dune buggy. As the dust settled, we sustained a brisk pace towards camp, spooked by a tree and a pig.

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Visitors at the Sand River camp
Visitors at the Sand River camp
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