Another magic outing up to Victoria Peak in the Jonkershoek yesterday with brothers Andre and Charl. After successfully roping me into the Freedom Challenge, it’s great to see Charl start training towards upholding his end of the deal – running the Puffer next year (him being the cyclist and me the runner we thought it would be only fair to swap sports for one race). He’s admittedly been very quiet about putting this out there in public but this could be a well thought out tactic to get to the starting line as a mystery contender – nothing wrong with flying under the radar. And Andre just gets hauled along for entertainment value, as could be witnessed on the video footage of him trying to slide down the snow-slopes.
The route yesterday was one of my favourites, up to the saddle, onto the ridge and then the swift path east to the foot of the peak where we started the final ascent. The conditions made the last part slow going – the snow had frozen in places and was extremely slippery and we had to go step by step, sometimes carving footholds deep into the snow to get a good grip. Once on top we savoured the sun, a good cappuccino made with melted snow (the only way really, and hoping that no-one had pee-d there), watching a small plane buzz so close overhead you could have pelted his windscreen with snowballs, a few snowball fights (there had to be one!) before starting the bum-sliding descent back down.
Another epic run in magic conditions in a truly beautiful part of the world – it will be strange to visit that peak one year in summer – I’ve only ever seen it snow-capped and white.