Atlin Lake and Atlin Mountain
We have packed up our bags for the last time. We said our goodbyes to our tents, the toilet, showers, kitchen and library and head through the gates one last time. I stared through the window of the car and…
When we collected our camera trap from Collin Springs for the last time, Bekah came across the dried up and very dead carcass of some creature behind a bush. Vehi insisted that it was a bat-eared fox, though the dead…
We’re back at Wereldsend now. No more camping in the bush. Stability – no more nomadic lifestyle. The next week or so will be filled with a lot of studying, a lot of examining, and a lot of projecting. Things…
17 elephants. Our week began with 17 elephants making their way through an open plain in Torra conservancy. Constansia, a truly wonderful Torra game guard, sat next to me on the game seat and pointed excitedly. “Elephants, elephants!” Her index…