So Tuesday morning was significantly less rushed start to the day. Even though we arrived 22:30 the night before in Rouxpos, my alarm was able to perform its duties adequately (unlike in Prince Albert).
Rouxpos to Anysberg (Nature Reserve). This entailed a minor detour to avoid being shot by a farmer (family politics with Freedom Challenge Riders being the pawn).
Johann managed to avoid creating some road kill with seven gemsbok loitering around the dirt road we were traveling along.
Most riders double up to Montagu but we arrived too late and the thought of another 9pm arrival wasn’t that appealing. That combined with my knee behaving itself so didn’t want to push it.
I am finally starting to understand the thought processes behind those who come back to do the Freedom Challenge repeatedly. This is not referring to the racing snakes but those who come back to do the Freedom Challenge for a third or fourth time.
It is the solitude. The routine of getting up before first light and being in the saddle to watch the sunrise.
Performing physically demanding activity for on average twelve hours a day repeatedly. All with one goal in mind: to get to the next check point.
It is the quiet time, time away from people, noises and distractions. It is you, your bike and the view en route to the next check point. Everything else is a distraction and can be cut out.
The solitude and single minded pursuit of a goal.
While I am looking forward to arriving in Diemersfontein, it is going to be difficult not to climb on my bike and cycle back to the start.
KZN, South Africa.
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose” (Steve Jobs 1955-2011).