The Star Late Edition

Mighty mountain, humble me


THERE are rubber tips at the bottom of your climbing poles. They’re there so that you can get them past airport security without having them confiscate­d as weapons.

I’ve been hiking for almost four months now, but I didn’t know that. Instead I’ve been getting a bit cross that the steel point hidden within has now popped through one of my poles.

It was Paige Lindenberg who pointed it out to me. She’s new to hiking, like me, but a helluva lot more switched on. She also races cars and soups up bakkies to a pitch the manufactur­ers could only dream about.

“You’re supposed to take the rubber bits off, you know,” she chides gently from behind as I labour up the steps cut in the mountainsi­de towards the Sphinx in the Champagne Valley in the Central Drakensber­g.

We’re due for a fairly serious hike this time, our second visit to the Monk’s Cowl nature reserve. At the far end loom Cathkin Peak, Monk’s Cowl and Sterk Horn. We will be going up Sterk Horn before we do Kilimanjar­o – but not today, the ground’s too treacherou­s after the heavy rains. The guides are understand­ably cautious after the tragic death the week before of actor Odwa Shweni who apparently lost his footing at the Sterksprui­t waterfall and plunged 40m to his death.

It’s a sobering reality that here, in the midst of some of the most awe-inspiring scenery imaginable, danger lurks. It’s not just the almost-sheer drops on the way up past the Sphinx and then over the back on to the Little Berg – it’s the incredible mist that blankets everything. It’s benign and mysterious at the moment, but in the back of your mind you know that the mountain can be capricious.

The mist can change to dense fog, the temperatur­es can plummet – Blindman’s Corner wasn’t named on a whim. Go left and you’ll go deeper into the berg, go right and keep to the contour path, you’ll be rewarded with an incredible vista across Champagne Valley – with the disappoint­ing knowledge that the peaks of Monk’s Cowl and Sterk Horn are still almost 900m above.

The first time we did the route in reverse, so for months, I’ve had the descent (which is now the ascent) gnawing with increasing vigour at my guts. Now that we are up on the little berg, it’s time to get a little cocky – the worst is over.

On the mountain, I’ve discovered, there’s a time to chat and there’s a time for silence. When the going gets tough, everyone shuts up, but in the beginning the conversati­on skips from the banal to the inconseque­ntial – with the perennial questions; what’s Kili like?

Kili, Kili, Kili. Kilimanjar­o – 5 895m above sea level. Africa’s highest peak, the world’s highest freestandi­ng mountain. Hemingway wrote about it. Gogos climb it, some athletes don’t even get past Kibo hut. We’re due to summit on July 18, 100 years to the day Madiba was born. We’re literally The Trek4Mande­la. I don’t know about the others, but that snow-capped peak in East Africa is never far from my mind as the days tick down.

“What should we pack?” chirrups one of the novices. “Should we take Diamox (the altitude sickness drug)?” chitters another.

I’m glad they’re asking, I’m puffing too hard to get any coherent words out, but I’d like to know, too.

The truth is no one knows. Altitude apparently affects everyone differentl­y; your emotional fitness matters as much as your physical fitness. The key to these hikes is understand­ing yourself, understand­ing that you carry what you pack and you pack what you need. But what do you need? And, more to the point, how do you pack it?

We’ve just received our new backpacks. They’ve got water bladders inside, with hosepipes running along your shoulder strap with the mouthpiece easily accessible at shoulder height. We’ve got climbing poles, which for someone as heroically as uncoordina­ted as I am is almost more of a curse than a blessing, especially trying to walk with both feet and use both poles at the same time.

When we break for lunch, there’s a debate among the group about what to do next. The guides want to turn around and follow the route we’ve just come, but there’s a splinter group led by our own Black Panther, Tawanda Chatikobo, better known as TC, who’s a banker by day but a bit of a superhero on the berg. He wants us to push on and if we can’t go on, we need to go up. He’s not alone – there’s been an incredible drive in this group to get fit, to commit to the project. The organisers are impressed, they’ve said as much.

TC wins the day for the enthusiast­s. Some of the trekkers will head back the way we came; there’s no dishonour, no dropping in brownie points – it’s all up to the individual to do what they think they need to, to prepare. Somehow, I find myself in TC’s group and we’re headed back, turning right at Blindman’s Corner, down through a dense thicket and up into the foothills. The clouds are quite dense.

Our guide, Phumlane Ndumo, says it’s too late to get to the summit of Sterk Horn. We’ll do the first three levels “if we can”. The levels are confusing, because the cloud is very low. Getting there isn’t easy. I’ve learnt to scrabble, which is hiking using your hands, too. The slope is steep. TC’s already at the top and disappeare­d. I’m in the middle trying not to overbalanc­e when I stop to catch my breath.

When we get to level three, there’s time a for a celebrator­y Coke and a bar of chocolate. I’m bursting with pride, so much so that I stifle my shyness to ask TC to take my picture.

Going down is far harder than going up. I’m using my poles like a dervish, trying to keep at least three points of contact with the ground – sometimes those three points are one pole, one backside and a heel as I skid down in places.

Suddenly we’re back on the little berg. Verkyker’s Kop looks like a toy in a kiddy’s sandpit from up here.

I look back, the mist has lifted. Suddenly I understand what Ndumo meant by the levels – there’s another 12 to go and what looks like another 2.5km to the summit.

My own achievemen­t not even 20 minutes ago looks wholly insignific­ant. The mountain has brought me back to earth. It always does.

That’s one of the lessons we all have to learn before leaving for Tanzania.

The Trek4Mande­la organisers thank Volkswagen SA for the kind loan of the vehicles to ferry the group from Johannesbu­rg to the Drakensber­g and back.

 ?? PICTURE: TAWANDA CHATIKOBO ?? MADE IT! Kevin Ritchie celebrates on the third level going up to the top of Sterk Horn. There are still 12 levels above and 650m to climb.
PICTURE: TAWANDA CHATIKOBO MADE IT! Kevin Ritchie celebrates on the third level going up to the top of Sterk Horn. There are still 12 levels above and 650m to climb.
 ?? PICTURE: KEVIN RITCHIE ?? PLAY MISTY FOR ME: The milestone on the Little Berg pointing the way to Blindman’s Corner, which you don’t want to miss in mist.
PICTURE: KEVIN RITCHIE PLAY MISTY FOR ME: The milestone on the Little Berg pointing the way to Blindman’s Corner, which you don’t want to miss in mist.

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