Sunday, 15 September 2019

THE EXPLORERS - REINHOLDT MESSNER

DRAKENSBERG
KwaZulu-Natal  South Africa


Mountain of the Dragons

South Africa’s mightiest mountain range with its spear-like peaks – reminiscent of the saw-toothed spine of a gigantic dragon.

 Where Adventure beckons..........


 


DRAKENSBERG WILDERNESS PHOTOS © WILLEM PELSER



"FAR BETTER IT IS TO DARE MIGHTY THINGS EVEN THOUGH CHEQUERED BY FAILURE, THAN TO DWELL IN THAT PERPETUAL TWILIGHT THAT KNOWS NOT VICTORY OR DEFEAT.”
T ROOSEVELDT





THE EXPLORERS
REINHOLDT MESSNER


When one surveys the history of 20th century mountaineering, one man bestrides the scene with equal dominance: Messner. His surname alone evokes pioneering epics of survival at the highest altitude, images of a smiling man whose face, almost entirely hidden by hair, is more 1970,s rock star than mountaineering legend. First to climb Everest without oxygen in 1978 with Peter Habeler, he went on to become the first man to climb all 14 of the world’s 8,000-metre peaks. And, as is inevitable with such extraordinary success, there have always been critics who have made all sorts of sniping comments, from accusing him of having brain damage after prolonged exposure to extreme altitude, to leaving other mountaineers to die on mountains in his overriding bid to reach the top, come what may. Yet the criticisms fail to remove him from his legitimate throne at the very pinnacle of mountaineering greatness. There is no one quite like him. And now, because he has achieved what he has, there never can be.





Messner was born among the mountains in 1944 in Vilnoss in the South Tyrol. Climbing, therefore, was always an entirely natural pursuit. “For me it was quite logical. I was brought up in the Dolomites – the most beautiful rock areas of the world – and we had no swimming pool, no football pitch, so there wasn’t the opportunity to do much else and so we went off and climbed these rocks. The children in the valley did not do this as they had other activities to follow, the cows and doing things in the fields with other small children. We being one daughter and eight sons of a teacher, we went climbing and a few of us became extreme climbers and when I was five I did my first 3,000-metre climb with the parents and mostly later ascents with my brother and when I was 20 I did my first ascent on the Dolomites and all over the Alps.”


By his early twenties Messner was well down the path that would mark him out as a true original in his field. In an era of ‘siege’ mountaineering in which climbers on the tallest peaks ferried equipment up and down to fixed camps to prepare their way to the top on fixed ropes, Messner forged his own very different route. His approach was far simpler and purer, in a sense less antagonistic to the mountain. It involved translating the alpine style to the Himalayas and other great ranges, in short lightweight expeditions and lightning ascents. It was a rejection of oxygen apparatus, fixed high camps, and high-altitude porters. It was self-sufficiency.







His first eight-thousander, Nanga Parbat, came in 1970, but brought tragedy with it in the death of his climbing partner and younger brother Gunther, killed in an avalanche. The others followed steadily over the next two decades, their names familiar to anyone with an interest in this higher world. Manaslu, Hidden Peak, the landmark Everest climb, where he described himself summiting as “nothing more than a single gasp lung”, followed by the supremely difficult K2, and the Shisha Pangma. A ‘hat-trick’ of eight-thousanders in 1982 gave birth to his dream of climbing all fourteen, though he rejects the idea he was ever ‘collecting’ them. There followed Cho Oyu, Annapurna, Dhaulagiri and Makalu. In 1986, 16 years after his first ascent of Nanga Parbat, he descended safely from Lhotse and the record was his, whether he liked it or not.


“Luckily, climbing is not capable of being expressed either in terms of records or by numbers,” he wrote in All 14 Eight-Thousanders. “It certainly cannot be measured in seconds, metres of height or grades.”


I was lucky; the Gods were kind to me…… We all need luck, for the mountains are infinitely bigger than us. Mere men can never ‘vanquish’ them. ‘Lhagyelo’, the Tibetans say whenever they venture up a mountain or a high pass, and I say it too: ‘The Gods have won’.”


Much of that is true, of course, but mountaineering can be sufficiently recorded and measured to enable us to acknowledge Messner as its greatest ever practitioner. He does not consider himself an explorer. His challenge has always been personal, a question of survival rather than science. “I would like to use the word adventure for my activities, but not exploration,” he states. “Adventuring for me is nothing but the path for surviving. I have exposed myself to high places, cold places, windy places, to dangerous places generally and I try to survive. The whole energy I put in is only to survive in these difficult places and the more dangerous and difficult they are the more difficult it is to survive. So the best adventurer is a women or a man who is accepting all risks and is surviving. The person who is dying in the first or second expedition is not a good adventurer.”







The personal challenges have continued beyond the mountains. In 1990, he made the first crossing of Antarctica on foot, via the South Pole, covering 1,750 miles in 92 days. In 1995, he stated publicly that he had stopped high-altitude climbing, turning his attentions to the Arctic, which he attempted to cross from Siberia to Canada. He has written more than 40 books about his adventures, including his quest for the yeti, which he said he discovered in the form of a Tibetan bear. He went into politics in 1999, serving one term as a member of the European Parliament for the Italian Green Party.


“I am an explorer of my own fear, of my own hopes, of my own dreams, my own possibilities, and in reality my activity is nothing but a passion for limits.”


He has helped define them on the summits of the world.



We as hikers, explorers, and adventurers have the absolute duty to respect and protect our Wildernesses. Nobody else will do it for us. Take ownership!



The End.


Safe Hiking.





References and Acknowledgements

From the book – Faces of Exploration – Joanna Vestey

Photos:  ©Willem Pelser
Compiled by:  Willem Pelser









Sunday, 1 September 2019

CHAPTER 13 - KAMBERG - THE HIDDEN PARADISE

DRAKENSBERG
KwaZulu-Natal  South Africa




Mountain of the Dragons

South Africa’s mightiest mountain range with its spear-like peaks – reminiscent of the saw-toothed spine of a gigantic dragon.

Where Adventure beckons..........





DRAKENSBERG WILDERNESS PHOTOS © WILLEM PELSER



“THOSE WHO WALK ALONE ARE LIKELY TO FIND THEMSELVES IN PLACES NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN BEFORE”.
UNKNOWN            






CHAPTER 13
KAMBERG
THE HIDDEN PARADISE

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


Hidden in the farming community of the Kamberg Region will you find the access gate to the Drakensberg Reserve of Kamberg, part of the Mhkomazi Wilderness, Drakensberg. Long considered the domain of trout fly fisherman, it hides its spectacular beauty from all eyes. Few visitors to the reserve actually wander off into the reserve. At most, two established trails will be followed; one being the Gladstone’s Nose trail and the other the guided Game Pass Shelter Cave route. This reserve has long been the sole domain of the fisherman and has been jealously guarded as such. Catering was also mostly done for fishing.




The reason why the above mentioned happened was due to the fact that a research station with trout dams and a hatchery was built here years ago. A total of 7 interlinking trout dams were established with quite an intricate interlinking system.  Opposite the research building a weir was built across the Mooi River. Today the research station is standing empty with only 2 dams being fished. The entire infrastructure built years ago has been allowed to go to waste. Apparently the 2 dams still being fished receive their stock from an outside supplier.


In the early 1900’s a bloodhound kennel was also built at Kamberg hosting bloodhounds which was used to hunt animals with by the then reserve rangers. Where ever the so-called need for the dogs were, they would be transported there. The dogs were used under the guise of exterminating the jackal population of the Drakensberg. The jackals were regarded as vermin and one of the biggest reasons why the eland population was dwindling by the then powers to be. Logically speaking, it is highly unlikely that a 20kg jackal will be able to bring down an 800kg eland!  Jackals were not the only animals hunted. Anything else being chased by the dogs, which did not resemble an eland or antelope, was killed. Dassies became a victim too, and I would like those rangers to explain to me how a dassie becomes a predator of antelope. Baboons suffered the same fate. Fortunately the scheme eventually met its demise. The very people who called themselves rangers and who were to protect the wilderness with all of her citizens became the main destroyers of it all. For hundreds of years all the animals lived together and they all thrived. What was conveniently overlooked was the fact that it was the arrival of the white man in the wilderness with his guns and wanton destruction which caused the problem in the first place.


One day, on a hike through a number of valleys between Kamberg and Giant’s Castle I had the luck of watching a jackal trying to catch a rhebuck male. It was quite a humorous incident. Sitting on a boulder taking a break I first noticed this jackal sniffing and running around a rocky outcrop on top of a hill. It was surprising to see him running around in broad daylight in the middle of the day as they are normally nocturnal. The next moment I saw a rhebuck appearing on the opposite side of the outcrop away from the jackal. The jackal would then catch up with the smell of the rhebuck and follow him. As soon as he comes close, the rhebuck would then move around the outcrop again to the other side and the jackal would follow. This carried on for about an hour, the rhebuck always keeping the outcrop between him and the jackal. Eventually the jackal gave up and ran away.




The first time I arrived at Kamberg reserve and had a look at the place, I was not impressed at all and I mentioned to Jenny at the time that I do not think that it is the place for me and my hiking. Jenny shared my thoughts on the matter. We left the same day and it would be a long time before we would be back. Make no mistake, the chalets and camp environment is nice, but walking seemed to be something that was not going to happen. How wrong I was then.


So, about 2 years later I returned to Kamberg. One day, as I was sitting at home trying to plan a 7 day hike, I had a look at the map and I was drawn to the Kamberg and Highmoor area, with the Mooi River Valley splitting the two down the middle. I started planning a hike which would take me hallway up the Mooi River valley, turning right, up the hills, through the Highmoor area, past the dams to Aasvoelkrans Cave, down to the old ruins, up to the escarpment and back down to the Mooi River valley to Kamberg camp.




So it happened that Jenny dropped me off early one morning at Kamberg camp, coming back in 7 days to pick me up again. It is quite a walk to get from the camp to where the Mooi River flows out of the end of the Mooi River valley through undulating rolling grassland hills. Once I entered the valley and started walking up it, it was sheer paradise. I have found the hidden gems of Kamberg.


Since that day I have been back to Kamberg many times. Today I know every valley and river I this area by heart. I have done hundreds of kilometers exploring a vast area and I have never been let down. Kamberg is one of the most beautiful areas in the Drakensberg Wilderness area. There are a huge amount of valleys and rivers, each one in competition with the other for the price as most beautiful. You will find postcard picture scenes every kilometer. Nowhere else in the reserve will you see so many waterfalls. If you are an escarpment chaser, then Kamberg is not for you. If you are an explorer of a wilderness, then you cannot get better. I cannot emphasize enough what a beautiful, untouched, and unspoilt area it is. All that is needed is a bit of effort to get into the closest valley and from there you can pick and choose as to where you want to go. It is indeed paradise.




The added bonus at Kamberg is the fact that the Bushmen seemed to have like this area too. The area has a huge amount of caves with San paintings spread over a vast area. I had the time of my life discovering these caves and spend many a happy hour taking photos of their paintings. There are also a large Bearded Vulture and Cape Vulture colony calling Kamberg home. I was fortunate enough on one hike to find the nesting places of the Cape Vulture high up the cliffs in a far way valley. At the higher elevations inside the valleys eland and rhebuck are found in numbers and other types of wildlife abounds, more so than anywhere else.


The valleys at Kamberg are really very remote and because of that there is no human interference or impact, leaving a pristine, wild wilderness. I just love to disappear into that wilderness for 7 days at a time, it is magical. Just me and a vast wilderness area, what more could you ask for?



Today Kamberg is one of my favorite places in the Drakensberg Wilderness to explore; and settled deep in my heart. The best way to see it and experience the magic and indescribable beauty is to put a backpack on your back, boots on your feet and to disappear into her valleys. And then always, leave only your footprints.


We as hikers, explorers, and adventurers have the absolute duty to respect and protect our Wildernesses. Nobody else will do it for us. Take ownership!




The End.


Safe Hiking.




References and Acknowledgements

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

Photos – Willem Pelser

Compiled by Willem Pelser