Jenni crosses her bridges when she comes to them. Huh!
As we commence the climb, the sun and haze present another opportunity.
Reaching the top lake after 3,400 feet elevation gain.
The views were again terrific although the pictures did not capture anything unusual. Poor weather threatened and at one time it looked as though we would be drenched in a downpour. In the end, the clouds dissipated meekly and we were in fact soaked but from our perspiration, after a 3,400 feet climb. Later, after our return to the apartment, it did rain but by that stage we were showered, shaved and watered. Sometimes, our timing is rather good.
In a rather embarrassing incident, my camera battery failed although I had charged it the previous night. There was a reason for this issue...aren't there always? Therefore, on the hike to Milminut, we only had one camera and the inferior one at that. It proved a little of a disappointment because at one stage I was swinging from the branches like an ape which the editor thought to be quite appropriate but fortunately for me, I was in possession of the camera. Instead, we followed the trail of vultures which had begun to tear the carcass of a white cow apart. We've commented of our perspective on this natural but distasteful (for some humans) behavior. Do we act any differently from the animals? Pass me the salad, please.
The view from the top lake including the second lake below.
Surprised to find it's a 'horsey hangout' in what appeared to be a deserted region.
Moving on towards Pic Milminut.
Editor on second climb of the day. After finding ourselves on some very tricky ledges, we decided to ease off a bit with some of
the 'stunts' we'd undertaken. An hour later, we found ourselves on a steep incline and wondered what we had learned and achieved.
Sometimes, we don't even understand ourselves. We were heading up to a peak, off trail, and found ourselves in a precarious situation. We continued along until we realized it was not a good idea. Thereafter, we headed down by making our own switchbacks so that we would be able to cope with the decline. It was extremely steep and without good footing. Phew! Then we ate and decided that we need to ease up a bit as some of the moves of late were proving to be a little too ambitious. After breakfast, the 'boy hero' noticed what looked like a peak with an unusual slope, fin-like but steep and 'obviously' manageable. Off we went up again. Of course the rule which we know is nothing is ever as easy as it looks. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful experience but exactly what we had decided we should not do a mere hour before. We did not even wait a decent interval. Oh! The simple minds. I have suggested to the editor she needs therapy.
Approaching the summit of a deceptive looking mountain. Free climbing as there was no trail.
Reality of life a few mountains away as the vultures enjoy a barbeque or is it a 'braai'?
We think we hit a 'gusher' on the way to the refugi.
Editor 'rolling down'. It was awfully steep and without a trail.
A waterfall close to the base of Pic Coma Pedrosa which we passed on the way to the refugi.
The final push to the refugi after 2,200 feet climb in a relatively short distance.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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