Hiking isnโt everybodyโs thing โ it certainly wasnโt mine.
While I fully appreciate the beauty of nature, I didnโt think I needed to endure a hot, sweaty uphill slog to get a good look at itย (I can appreciate it just fine from the foot of the mountain thanks, itโs quite pleasant down here, really.)
Who knew hiking neednโt be a lesson in physical endurance? Who knew it could literally be a walk in the park...
For me, the turnaround came with a team-building exercise (read: day off work) in the West Coast National Park.
We were off to explore the Postberg Flower Reserve, a section of the park that is open for only a couple months of the year (August to September) during the spring flowering season.
Itโs a small window of opportunity that has walking enthusiasts clamouring for the limited number of day or full weekend passes available – and now I know why.
The Postberg Flower Trail
After managing to get slightly lost within the first half hour of walking (entirely our own lack of navigational prowess; the path is in fact very decently marked), we puff our way up the only steepish incline of the day.
Stopping to survey the views with a cup of tea and a snack from our diligently prepared packs (supplies are absolutely necessary, unless you plan on eating the scenery, which is frowned upon).
And what a view.
The landscape is strewn with multi-hued wild flowers nestled in the abundant fynbos that carpets most of the reserve and stretches on either horizon to meet the azure waters of the Langebaan Lagoon and the Atlantic Ocean.
Itโs pristine, undisturbed nature as far as the eye can see, and weโre a handful of the maximum twenty people who will be allowed to enjoy it today.
As we continue our way through silver topped grasses – doing that cool thing grass does in the wind where, from a distance, it looks like flowing water – we are watched somewhat inquisitively by a herd of assorted antelope; tiny springbok, long-limbed gemsbok and something huge kneeling in the grass that could be a kudu or a camel, itโs hard to tell.
Other wildlife sightings of the day include a lethargic cobra and four wildebeest racing each other across the slopes and looking for all the world like theyโre just having fun in the old nature reserve.
The flowers are already past their prime according to those in the know, but theyโre breathtaking nonetheless.
Though my own floral lexicon only extends to โorange flowerโ and โpurple flowerโ, Iโm lucky enough to be with people who know the difference, and can point out any specimens that my city eyes have missed.
Swathes of colour surround us, and even if you donโt know your steenbokbos from your Namakwa daisy, itโs hard not to be swept away by the sheer beauty of them all.
We stop for lunch and a quick siesta at one of the reserveโs postcard-perfect, windswept beaches, the crashing Atlantic reminding us of that wild quality that makes the West Coast just so majestically beautiful.
The path continues along another stretch of beach, back over another fynbos-encrusted hill and along the path back to the gate, the car and home.
If youโd told me a month ago Iโd be doing a five-hour (excluding stops), 14-km hike through a nature reserve and loving every minute of it, Iโd have told you you had the wrong person.
But Iโm converted.
Stiff, sore and sunburnt, Iโd do it again tomorrow (or maybe just as soon as my legs have recovered).
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Bookings opens in June.
Contact numbers: +27 (0)22 707-9902 or +27 (0)22 707-9903.
