She'll be coming around the mountain...
With spring threatening to show itself but winter hanging on like an old hag
we were stuck with a Saturday on the couch, watching howling and unpleasant conditions.
Sunday promised much better but this fine little peninsula
of ours can as usual deliver 4 seasons in one day depending
on which side of which particular rock you happen to be at the time.
On Sunday, Steve, Rob, Andrew, Brendan, Tim and myself gathered at
Chapmans Peak with a fine drizzle pouring in over the bay.
With conditions just refusing to clear up we wandered off for coffee
in Hout Bay and tried to sit out the weather.
Back up the hill we went and still the drizzle settled in and refused to depart.
A quick phone call to Mally confirmed that there were guys up on
Signal Hill who had been there for the last 3 hours with nary a drop of rain.
Now understand the Signal Hill is no more that 20 odd kilometers from
Chapmans Peak on the other side of Table Mountain and yet we had two
entirely different days on hand, so ff to Signals we ran.
And yes it was clear, no rain and had some of the best lift we have had for a while on that slope and so we spent the afternoon in the company of the AFC lads
with Anton and Jacques leading the charge as per usual.
Combat was fun, the Aldij’s Malcolm, Dillan and myself literally tore up the sky
and there were a plethora of foam and correx warbirds all over the place.
In the end a wonderful days sloping was had by all
but it once again pointed to the eclectic nature of this peninsula we live on…
go around a sneaky little corner and you could be in for a pleasant surprise.
Brendan enjoys a pleasant Friday afternoon session up at Signals prior
to the Saturday rain in session
Grey but no rain on the Sunday ay Signals
Could be a worse way to spend the day
Packed and ready to get on a motorbike, now that’s commitment to slope fun