Tuesday, 28 February 2017

CATHKIN PEAK - DRAKENSBERG



Quathlamba
“A mass of Spears. Named thus by the Zulu warriors before the white man came. Today called the Drakensberg, Mountains of the Dragon, a name given by the Voortrekkers. Evocative names, both equally applicable to South Africa’s mightiest mountain range with its spear-like peaks – reminiscent of the saw-toothed spine of a gigantic dragon.”


Panorama April 1966




“Listen to the streams as they gurgle from their cradles and you will hear the story of the mountains. You will hear fascinating tales if only you listen! Lie next to a stream and listen to the song of the mountains. The smiling faces of the flowers, dancing in the wind. Venture into the remote valleys or stand on a peak at sunrise or sunset, after snow has fallen, and you will hear a song that you will never forget - the Song of the High Mountain".




DRAKENSBERG WILDERNESS PHOTOS © WILLEM PELSER





“Absorb and be absorbed by the beauty of the surroundings. Escape from the shell of your small affairs and tread for a while those mysterious paths of the spirit that lead nowhere and everywhere. Then you will know beauty. You will feel yourself to be a part of beauty, of the earth, the snow, the clouds.”
Frank S Smythe












CATHKIN PEAK DRAKENSBERG


 If any individual peak has lived to see great and dramatic events in the history of KZN, it is Cathkin Peak. This free-standing, flat-topped mass of basalt has inquisitively watched the Bushman as they hunted and painted in its shadow. The Africans acknowledged the might of this great mountain as the thunder roared from the summit, and it is not surprising that they called it, according to Bryant, Mdedelele which means “make room for him” implying a bully.


   The first Europeans to settle in view of Cathkin were the Voortrekkers who found the fertile grasslands and the sparkling streams a paradise. Their stay was short-lived because they were discontented with the British rule as well as with the unfair allotment of land and so they packed their meager possessions and travelled on, leaving the rolling hills and clear streams to the British Settlers.

   David Grey, one of the earliest Settlers in the Cathkin Peak area was a well-to-do Lanarkshire man who came out I 1849 on the Aliwal as a British Settler to KZN. After running a hotel at Weston he moved to a farm which he bought in 18858 from a Mr. Opperman. Here he and his family lived for a while on their farm, popularly known today as the Nest Hotel. In 1863 David Gray moved to his new home which he called Cathkin after a hill near Glasgow, which bore the name Cathkin Braes. Thus Cathkin Peak got its name – a touch of Scotland added to the names of the peaks of the Drakensberg and a monument to the Byrne and British settlers who founded many towns and settlements in KZN.




   Patrick Campbell Sclanders was another settler from Glasgow who arrived in KZN in 1861. He married David Gray’s daughter and lived at the Nest. The attraction of Cathkin brought from Edinburgh a great character, Robert Hope Moncrief, brother of Colonel Alexander Moncrief, who invented the guns used with great success during the siege of Sebastopol in 1855.  Dobie in his Journal describes his visit to Cathkin in 1863 and how he found Robert Moncrief on the farm Culfargie living in a hut. In 1863 Moncrief was found murdered on the Sungabale Pass.

   There were times of peace when the only unfamiliar noise to be heard in the valley was that made by the axes and saws of the wood—cutters whose task it was to fell beautiful old indigenous trees. All they left when they departed were ugly scars. But there were also worrying times when messengers arrived with the news of war and the noise of gunfire rang through the gullies during the Langalibalele rebellion. Rumors of the Zulu wars must have disturbed the people living in the mountains. There were times of excitement during which imaginary fortunes were made and lost when gold was discovered near Cathkin, but it was not a payable field. Rumors of the discovery of cinnabar were whispered through the valleys, but these proved to be no more than a hoax.

   Fortunately there were those who realized the value of the indigenous forests and felt that something should be done to preserve the natural forests in the valleys of the Little Berg. But it was not until 1922 that the Cathkin Forest was proclaimed a reserve.  A man who was instrumental in establishing and protecting the reserve was Mr. Carter Robinson, the man who started the Cathkin Park Hotel in 1929.

   In 1935 Otto Zunckel bought the hotel and it was managed by his sons, Gerald and Udo in the true Zunckel style. Hendrik Maartens then decided to cater for guests on his farm, Woestyn, which today is the popular Champagne Castle Hotel, then owned by Rupert Wait, who also was the lessee of the Royal Natal National Park Hotel.

   The Sterkspruit River is cradled on the eastern slopes of the Turret and Amphlett and runs down the old Dragon Peak’s Caravan Park where visitors had the rare pleasure of hearing the voices of the Drakensberg Boys’ Choir School. What finer place could have been chosen for a choir school? Here the angelic voices of the boys harmonize with the winds that blow across the grasslands and the gurgling of the streams.

   Close to the Sterkspruit, on the original farm, Heartsease, which belonged to Colonel J.P Woods, the El Mirador Hotel was built by Captain H.C Whelan. The house in which the Colonel lived was used as a starting point in the early attempts to climb Cathkin Peak. The M.O.T.H.S. chose a position close to the original farm Heartsease to build a sanctuary.

   Further downstream the Sterkspruit passes the Nest Hotel, built by David Gray who was the grandson of the first David Gray.

   The dominant Cathkin spur consists of Champagne Castle which is part of the main escarpment, The Monk’s Cowl, Cathkin peak, Mount Memory, previously called the Sterkhorn, the Turret, and Amphlett.

   Champagne Castle can boast of being the second highest peak in South Africa. It was first climbed by a Major Grantham while he was busy surveying in the Drakensberg. Many stories have been told of how this peak got its name, but the authentic one seems to be the version of R.O Pearce, author of the book Barrier of Spears. He is of the opinion that Major Grantham climbed the peak with his batman and that, during the ascent, a bottle of champagne was accidentally broken, and the peak was thus christened Champagne Peak.

   In 1888 the Reverend A.H Stoker, and his brother F.R Stoker, climbed Champagne Castle via the Mhlwazine Valley and the descended down the Ship’s Prow Pass, which they called Champagne Castle Pass.

   The Monk’s Cowl was a different story. From the time that this peak was first discovered, hiding behind the mighty Cathkin, a certain mystery seemed to surround it. There are stories of early climbers, Father Kelly among them, gazing at the Cowl, searching for a route to the summit. George Lundt, who in his day was termed the greatest crags man in South Africa and who seldom believed a route was impossible, had his doubts about the Cowl. 




   The first serious attempt was made by Dick Barry and Colin Gebhardt on the 29th January 1938. Dick had made a name for himself in mountaineering circles in South Africa and overseas in his younger days. His academic career was also exceptional. Having obtained a first-class matriculation with honors at St. Andrew’s College, Grahamstown, he went on to further honors at Birmingham University and top of his year in mining engineering.

   These two climbers attempted to scale the north-west face. The climb ended tragically. Less than 150 meters from the summit, just as Gebhardt reached Dick Barry’s stance after “ a sensational pitch with tremendous exposure”, his hand hold came away and he fell the full length of the pitch, pulling Dick with him. Both climbers fell 188 meters, then rolled down a grass slope and fell another 6 meters, rolled again and fell 9 meters where they came to a rest. Shaken, bruised, and shocked though they were, they suffered no serious injury.

   Dick had a cut on his head and was unconscious for two hours. To continue the climb was out of the question. Their only hope lay in a descent. Dick tried to climb down, belayed by Gebhardt, but because of his condition found it impossible. After the fifth attempt Colin decided to show him how it might be done.

   He had reached the bottom of the pitch when Dick decided to find another route down. Dick constantly answered Gebhardt’s calls while he searched for a new route down, but suddenly his answering calls ceased.

Dick Barry had fallen to his death.



   Gebhardt spent the night in a little cave and in the morning he found his friend’s body. Near the Grotto close to Cathkin Peak Hotel is Dick Barry’s grave within sight of the Monk’s Cowl and the mountains which he dearly loved.

   In 1939 John Longmore and Harry Barker made another attempt, but this time bad weather with icy conditions forced them to abandon the Cowl. In May 1942, the Monk’s Cowl was eventually climbed, via the south face, by Emile Ruhle, Tony Hooper, Jack Botha, and Hans Wongtschowski. Twenty years later Mat Makowski, Malcolm Moor, and Martin Winter climbed the route Barry had taken and found some of his equipment.

   To the north-east of the Monk’s Cowl is the Cathkin Peak with its precipitous sides. At a glance it appears impregnable but as early as 1888 the Stocker brothers found the key to the summit via the South Gully, though they failed to climb the final pitches. Other attempts were made by well-known climbers and eventually in 1912 G.T Amphlett, accompanied by his porter Tobias. Tom Casement, who brought along his well-known Basotho guide Melatu, Father Kelly the climbing priest from Bloemfontein and W.C West, finally stood on the flat-topped summit. Describing the methods of the impetuous Tom Casement West had this to say about the final section of the climb:
   “He made for the first pitch which he thought would go, dragging Kelly and Melatu with him. Before long they were in difficulties and I can still see the very deaf padre at one end of the rope in a position suggesting prayer and appeals for Divine assistance, and Tom at the other end, the rocks apparently trembling under the barrage of his Irish volubility. In the meantime Amphlett, I and Tobias had commenced what we considered the most promising approach and were making good headway in spite of the troublesome and dangerous ice on the narrow ledges and in the main gully. The other party ultimately extricated themselves by a difficult traverse and joined up with us. We eventually reached the flat, triangular summit, built a beacon, and recorded our names and the date”.

Mdedelele had fallen.

   On the 20th September 1955 a new route on the north face of Cathkin was climbed by A. Leeb du Toit, Keith Bush, and N.D Harte. When the successful party stood on the summit, little did they know that the climb would eventually end in tragedy. As Keith Bush was abseiling, the sling broke, and he fell to his death.

   Keith was the son of Professor Bush of the University of Natal. In 1963 a hut was completed on the site of the old Base Camp and named the Keith Bush Hut.

   In August 1970 Tony Dick and Roger Fuggle, who was killed in an avalanche in the Alps in 1974, opened a difficult route on the east face.

   Mount Memory, previously known as the Sterkhorn, consists of a north and south peak and was first climbed by the Stocker brothers in 18888.

   The Turret, originally named Tamas Tower and often referred to in maps as the Tower, was first ascended by F.E Ellis and O.B. Godbold and party in 1933.

   The most northern section of the spur is the Amphlett which was named after G.T Amphlett, a popular Cape climber who spent some time climbing in the Cathkin area. The first recorded climb on this peak was in 1933 by F.E Ellis, O.B Godbold and party.



  From the Champagne Castle Hotel and the old Monk’s Cowl forest station a well-known path leads up to the top of the Little Berg, round Hlatikulu Neck, skirting the Amphlett and up the Mhlwazine Valley to the Keith Bush Hut. The path climbs steeply up to Gray’s Pass which leads to the top of the escarpment, and an easy walk takes one to the summit of Champagne Castle.

   From the top of Gray’s Pass, a stroll to the top of the Nkosazana Waterfall is worthwhile, and from the edge the Dragon’s back extends as a spur, flanking the northern aspect of the Upper Mhlwazine Valley, and ends in a peak called Ntunja or Gatberg. The latter name springs from the fact that there is an enormous hole through the basalt near its summit.

Ntunja was first climbed by Carter Robinson and M.E Robinson in 1910.


The End.


Safe Hiking.

References and Acknowledgements

From the book – “A Cradle of Rivers – The Natal Drakensberg”   D.A Dodds

Photos – Color Photo : Willem Pelser
Black & White Photos : “Barrier of Spears”   R.O Pearce
                                           “Serpent Spires”   D Souchon
                                           “A Cradle of Rivers – The Natal Drakensberg”   D.A                                                Dodds



Tuesday, 21 February 2017

CHAPTER 17 - DIDIMA - HOME OF CATHEDRAL PEAK “THE BULLY”



Quathlamba
“A mass of Spears. Named thus by the Zulu warriors before the white man came. Today called the Drakensberg, Mountains of the Dragon, a name given by the Voortrekkers. Evocative names, both equally applicable to South Africa’s mightiest mountain range with its spear-like peaks – reminiscent of the saw-toothed spine of a gigantic dragon.”


Panorama April 1966



“Listen to the streams as they gurgle from their cradles and you will hear the story of the mountains. You will hear fascinating tales if only you listen! Lie next to a stream and listen to the song of the mountains. The smiling faces of the flowers, dancing in the wind. Venture into the remote valleys or stand on a peak at sunrise or sunset, after snow has fallen, and you will hear a song that you will never forget - the Song of the High Mountain".




DRAKENSBERG WILDERNESS PHOTOS © WILLEM PELSER





“THE WILDERNESS WITH HER BEAUTY AND SEVERE LAWS IS ONE OF THE BEST SCHOOLS OF CHARACTER”.
UNKNOWN            






CHAPTER 17
DIDIMA
HOME OF CATHEDRAL PEAK
“THE BULLY”


(Unedited chapter from my book “The Drakensberg Wilderness – A Solo Journey through Paradise)



In the Northern part of the Drakensberg Wilderness will you find the Didima Reserve, the camp itself close to the town of Winterton and very close to the Cathedral Peak Hotel. 



Didima is close to the Mnweni area which in itself is one of the most beautiful areas in the Drakensberg; it is a place with soaring buttresses and many high peaks, also called the ’Place of Fingers’ and for good reason. The Mnweni area can be accessed from Didima.

   There are a number of walks to be done in the Didima area and part of its popularity is the access it gives to the escarpment via a number of passes relatively close to the camp.
   The Didima area is very rich in history and incidents. A number of hikers and mountaineers have lost their lives or have been seriously injured over the years. Cathedral Peak Hotel saw many rescues launched from their terrain in the early years.

   One of the most popular walks and hikes are up to the Didima Gorge, world famous for its number of Bushmen Caves with thousands of paintings inside the caves. It is a spectacularly beautiful gorge and not without its fair share of injuries and fatalities. It is a travesty solely due to humans that most of these incidents are the fault of the parties concerned.

   My first meeting with Didima took place on my very first multi day solo hike, which I started from the Injasuthi camp and finished at Didima. And, boy oh’ boy, did I receive a welcome! I arrived at Didima, below the escarpment in heavy rain and close to zero visibility. As I descended into the valleys, a thunderstorm developed on Cathedral peak, and it was one of the worst I have ever been involved in. That day I was really bullied by the “Bully”. Cathedral Peak was so named by the local tribes due to the bad weather which develop on the peak and the subsequent tantrum which gets thrown. It is merciless and fierce. Read the account of my experience in chapter sixteen.



   Months later I planned a 5 day hike from Injasuthi to Lotheni. I always wanted to do this hike and it was actually initially planned to be my first hike ever. Better late than never! Jenny wanted to spend some time at Didima so we arranged to stay there for 2 days after which she would drop me off at Injasuthi. My plan for the 2 days was to loosen up my muscles for the coming hiking trip to Lotheni. I planned to do a number of the day walks in the area.

   As with most of the other popular reserve camps, the day routes are very busy and yet again the signs of human waste and graffiti are to be found all over. It is such a travesty. The day walks wanders through very beautiful areas. I do not like to walk in areas which are being utilized by a big number of walkers. They are noisy, waste a lot, most have no regard or respect for the wilderness and are in general just a pain to the serious hiker and walker who enjoys and appreciate the wilderness. Up in the one gorge for instance children were screaming as if they were getting paid to do it and they were sitting next to this beautiful pool and waterfall. They were getting hold of every rock they could pick or loosen from the earth and proceeded to throw it all down the waterfall into the pool.

   I had to escape from them and I went off the trial to some caves which I noticed earlier on higher up the mountain. It was nice big caves, but already full of graffiti and toilet paper. At the one end of the cave I found a clean place to sit and I admired the view from there. I was quite high up the cliff face and the views were stupendous. Far below me the river was flowing and in the distance I could see the escarpment. My solitude was however yet again destroyed. Up from the river an elderly lady walked in my direction and I thought that she was also coming to inspect the cave. Just short of reaching the cave, she stopped, turned around, dropped her pants and did her business right there. I couldn’t believe it! I was being mooned in the wilderness. She had no idea I was there and out of respect I looked the other way. A big, white arse in the wilderness is not exactly a thing of beauty. When she was done, she wiped herself with tissues and left the whole bundle out there in the open without putting in an effort to cover it up or to at least get rid of the tissue paper.

   After this episode I decided to leave the Rainbow Gorge and follow the river upstream and see where it leads me to. The moment I left the gorge I was in wild country again with no sign of humans or the noise they generate. Nature was unspoilt and magnificent. The eNdumeni River can be followed upstream all the way to the contour path. This is pure wilderness walking and there are no pathways. It is such a pity that even in the wilderness you can’t escape from people’s wasteful natures.

   On the second day at Didima I decided to walk down to the Cathedral Peak Hotel from where a number of paths lead through the valleys and up to the contour path and the escarpment. It is also a very busy area, full of tourists and day walkers. I followed a route on the left hand side of the valley which eventually led me down to the river with a small forested area. It was still very early morning and the peace was not yet disturbed. I found a nice place to sit at the river and had a break. Sitting at rivers in the wilderness is always a very special time for me. With my back leaning against a young yellowwood tree and my bare feet in the ice cold water, I let my brain wander off. Sitting there quietly you can hear the song of the mountains through the water. The river tells of a time gone by, when no humans were around, and the Drakensberg was still the lair of the Dragon. When you become one with the wilderness, the brain becomes very receptive to what is happening around you, all the other senses becomes acutely sharp and responsive, shaking off the deadening effect with civilization has on us. Your soul becomes airborne and flies free and unhindered in a vast wilderness.

   In today's civilized world there is no real need for the use of our senses as in the way in which they were intended to be use. Being back in the wilderness restores all of those senses back to their original state and for the use they were intended for. The eye sight becomes sharper, the nose can smell again, touch is redefined and hearing becomes very sharp. Your general awareness level improves dramatically. It is sadly not true of all people and some will never experience the feeling as they are not really interested or receptive enough. They have become too much the modern, civilized man.



   After my break, later that day I reached Doreen’s Falls. Coming down the pathway looking down onto the falls, I was amazed at the beautiful sight. The falls are situated in a small forest and the fall itself cascades over a cave into a deep pool. I was very interested in the cave and skirted past the pool into the cave, which sits behind a curtain of water. Yet again I was sadly disappointed, the cave was being used as a toilet, and a huge amount of toilet paper and human waste was deposited on the cave floor and behind the rocks on the floor. It was an utter disgrace. The people that do these kind of things, do they actually finish their walk, go back and tell people what a wonderful time they had and how beautiful it is, or do they just walk without seeing, the mind in civilization and stuck in that world and what happens there? You have to be really daft if you do not understand that what you are doing is so wrong and destroying a prime wilderness.

   From Doreen Falls to the right you can go up a very steep cliff and at the top you will walk into a cave with some Bushmen paintings in it.

   If you leave the fall area and return back to the main path and then turn right, you will soon approach a wooden ladder on the side of a cliff which will lead you ever deeper into the beauty of Didima and her valleys. This same path way will also lead you to the Ribbon Falls, Mushroom Rock, and the Contour path and to some of the passes in the area leading to the top of the escarpment. Organ Pipes Pass is one often used, and this pass also comes with its tales of tragedy which took place over the years.

   There are numerous pathways to explore in this area and for an off-trail hiker like me it is paradise. As yet I have not myself done a multiday hike in this area but rather Didima has become an arrival or starting point for my many multi-day long range hikes into the hinterlands of the wilderness.



   One day soon I will explore every inch of Didima as well and I am sure that I will be pleasantly surprised at her hidden gems. Actually, there is nowhere in the Drakensberg that does not impact on the mind and soul with its beauty and diversity. It is a uniquely magical place, the liar of Dragons.

The End.


Safe Hiking.




References and Acknowledgements

From the book – The Drakensberg Wilderness – A Solo Journey through
                              Paradise (Unedited Version) – W Pelser                                                                                                          

Photos – Willem Pelser

Compiled by Willem Pelser