Buried deep in the belly of the Red beast
Hit and bothered in the middle of Autumn – not so sure about this. After a week of pelting rain we suddenly broke into the clear and out came the sun and heat and baked us out for the weekend with 28 ans 32 degrees on Saturday and Sunday respectively.. Strong South east ruled at the bottom end of the peninsula and further north there wasn’t even a hint of a breeze. So some of the guys ventured out on Saturday and had an awesome day up at Red Hill in stonking lift and by all accounts had a wail of a time. The unfortunate loss for the day being Christo’s much loved Impala that seemed to suffer battery issues and plummeted into the bush on the south slope, only to be left there as the strong south east made finding the glider difficult.
Sunday rolled in as a light and very hot Easterly, mimicking the middle of summer and had the young squirrels in the garden taking to the war path and spending the morning in full mock attack on each other. Heading out we decided to head to the Just Nuisance slope site that is just down the road from Just Nuisance grave and faces straight East. Ralph, Lionel, Jeff, Rose and Steve all ventured out to this very seldom flown slope to take in the breathtaking views. In the early start the conditions were relatively buoyant, but as the morning heated up the slope started to cook and the lift died and booming thermals were the only thing on offer. This meant limping around trolling for them, getting a free ride, and then revert back to the limping part. Steve had two small walks to fetch his chucky as part of his warming up process. As the lift died we decided to once more return to Red Hill and see if we could find Christo’s Impala in the calm conditions. From the opposite side of the south slope we scanned the slope for an hour with several binoculars but found nothing. Steve went down the opposite side of the the south slope searching for the glider in the middle of the valley, but alas false alarm and so he headed back up on the prohibitive heat.
After switching our focus, the glider was spotted deep in the bushes right at the foot of the south slope, literally deep in the belly of the slope – a deep, dark foreboding place where the trees are taller than men, the boulders larger than mini’s and the golf ball sized golden orb spiders are keepers of the Red fortress pathways. But undeterred our aging hero clambered down the cliff face over the mini’s, and entered the forest, fought off the spiders with a cut off branch looking very much like Cleopatra waving her fan on an outing, and came out victorious with the Impala. Clambering half way down to meet him, we were able to do a snakes and ladders routine back to the top and to as many liters of water as could be consumed before running out of air, and then setting off for a well earned “tea” break at Dixies. Once more the camaraderie at TOSS ruled and a broken glider returned to it’s owner. A huge thanks to Steve for a truly epic climb and fetch, climb and fetch, climb and miss, and then finally… climb, find and collect. Well done lads, what an epic day out!
What an awesome slope scene laid out before us
A short little pictorial history of Just Nuisance from the web, all rights The Simonstown Museum
Ralph in study
Steve in study
Georg in study
Rose just about got dragged off the cliff face by Shelley every time a glider came by
The great elevator debating club. Ralph, Steve and Jeff.
Lionel and the Fox
Jeff’s chucky out and about
Steve’s Chucky doing the rounds
The troublesome Impala returned to it’s rightful place with the totally thrashed Steve on the left hand side