We hiked Wodehouse 8.5 years ago. One thing that changed was not the land but the landlubbers (lovers). Take 8.5 years off our ages and we probably were younger then...and maybe, stronger. Actually, we would like to think the reason we found this so strenuous was because we both had not recovered fully from our recent illness. Nice try, would you say? From the beginning, we felt on the weak side but it appears neither wished to throw in the towel. We will admit that during the latter afternoon, we experienced many aches and pains but over all, slept well during the night.
Nice to have some assistance. On the way down (loop) no help at all. In fact, it seems the trail designer gave up.
A view from the peak. On the other side we saw a mix of animals but the camera 'eye' was worse than our own.
Typical Drakensberg cave.
We reach a false peak and face another. Looks pretty tame from here.
One of the down trails. The real dangerous/difficult path did not invite picture taking...too busy finding support.
A nice view of Glen Reenen chalets.
Camera lens deficiency fails to capture one of my favorite icons. In the distance is Cathkin Peak and Monk's Cowl. We see the range from many different positions and it never fails to stir one. Meantime, we have another 300 feet to scale. (See below for what should have been visible)
Taken from the opposite side at Tugela Falls, many miles away from Wodehouse. (3 years earlier)
Jenni walks toward the antennae at the peak. Looks like nothing but what a challenge. As we always feel, as important as the sights are, nothing matches the sense of accomplishment. From this position onwards, the trail got awfully difficult in places.