![]() ![]() Into a stunningly steep path that was certainly wrong. No biggie, I thought – Google Maps exists for a reason. Sign up for the fun stuff with our rundown of must-reads, pop culture and tips for the weekend, every Saturday morningĪ deep fog had somehow settled over the road and, because I am geographically challenged, I could not identify which track we had taken coming up. “Goodbye, mountain,” we said, as we drove back down. ![]() Undeterred, we decided to go up to the mountain for a final peek from the lookout. We dived in, and by the time we got out, it was late afternoon. Overhead, the sun returned briefly, and we arrived to nothing short of a pastoral fantasy: golden hour beams casting lucent reflections off the water, rushing rapids flanked by vegetation. Off we drove to a swimming hole nestled in the side of a mountain. “Let’s go for a drive,” I said – by which I meant I wanted him to drive us to a spot 100km away while I played Fiona Apple on the aux cord. The rain that had been plaguing us all weekend finally calmed to a sprinkle.
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