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It's Tuesday morning and I'm sitting at my desk in Bend, Oregon.

We arrived in town Saturday evening to find a sunny, snowy day here in Central Oregon.  When we dragged ourselves into the house, we found a miracle.  Our friend Tawna, who'd been feeding our cats, left a crock pot of soup on in the kitchen.  It was an incredibly kind and thoughtful thing to do and it's difficult to overstate how much it meant for exhausted, hungry travelers to put some warm soup into our bellies before heading off to bed.  Tawna is now our new family idol.

It's also hard to overstate how nice it is to be able to get horizontal after something like 36 hours of sitting, mostly in cramped spaces.  Transcontinental travel is very difficult and I'm certain is ultimately unhealthy.

Since then, sleep's been, predictably, a mess for all of us.  It's been especially hard for Aislin since she had to go to school on Monday and stay awake the entire day.  She's a trooper and I think more resilient than Gina or I are.

Today I'm sick as a dog - bad sore throat, achy and I suspect I have a bit of fever.  Also I think one of the consequences of transcontinental travel.  Az is off to school.  Gina returned to work.  I've been in bed most of the day on what is surely one of the dreariest days in human history here in Bend.  It's cold, very windy, light snow falling and the sky is so densely overcast that it'd be difficult to recognize the difference between earth and sky if it weren't for the dead trees and vehicles moving on ice-encrusted streets.  Spent most of the last 16 hours in bed, but I'm up now, drinking coffee and hoping to somehow survive long enough to see spring again.

It's always so hard to come back, and Gina and I talk often about what we would be doing right now, ten hours ahead, in Africa (we'd be going to bed with plans for an early rise to go see animals...).  So now, it's a long list of chores, headed by the necessity to get a job.  You know, that.

A few miscellaneous observations:

• Many people have said to me that they wish they could go to Africa.  I 'wished' I could go for 54 years before I went.  It's do-able.  You can take bigger or smaller risks in your approach to travel there - that's up to you - but it's really not that hard.  You just have to decide to do it.
• In general it seems to me that Africa half works.  It's like the Bend City Council.  About half the things you'd expect actually come off exactly as you'd want them.  Patience is a virtue that will come in very handy and we unfortunately witnessed lots of bad tourist behavior where the visitors forgot their basic manners.  So just a word - if you ordered your eggs over easy and they came scrambled - don't have a melt-down.  Appreciate the fact that you're in this amazing place, surrounded by warm friendly people and eat the damned eggs.
• In general, the people we encountered were very warm and friendly and open to outsiders.  Yeah, obviously most of the people we encountered were in the hospitality industry.  But I think there's something very genuine there too.  
• Folks in Africa make do with what they have and you'll witness ingenuity at every level as things are kept going.
• In the bush you will share accommodations with many creatures, all of whom were there before you arrived.  Our rule is that if they're not biting or stinging, leave them alone.  

The first time I went to Africa, I remained very isolated from my Western life.  I only listened to my ipod twice that I can recall.  Each year though I seem to relax and this year especially I enjoyed sitting on the porch at Olifants and watching an amazing lightening storm, listening to whatever Mr. Ipod threw at me. Here are a few tunes I'd recommend.  No connection to the bush of course with any of these.  They just seemed to fit for me and will forever more have a connection in my heart to the sights and smells of the bush.

• The Golden State - John Doe, featuring Kathleen Edwards.  I don't know why - not much to it but Kathleen Edwards is, IMHO, the best young female singer songwriter around and pulls off a powerful duet with John Doe.
• Empty Words - David Hidalgo and Louie Perez.  David Hidalgo is one of the creative forces of Los Lobos and I think is a genius guitar player, a good songwriter and an interesting vocalist.  A gentle song about the loss of love.
• Like a Fool - Shelby Lynne.  I don't know what to say about Shelby Lynne.  Very spare and powerful piece and she just doesn't hit a wrong note.  Honestly, has to be the best female vocalist around.  Try her version of "How Can I Be Sure".
• Slight Figure of Speech - The Avett Brothers.  These hillbillies are so much fun.  Not my favorite Avett Brothers tune (check out "Murder in the City" or "Shame") but so much fun.
• The Same Thing - Muddy Waters.  I don't know if young people listen to Muddy anymore.  Be a shame if they don't.  This is a dark and clever tune.
• Heartaches by the Number - Ray Price.  Texas honky tonk heartache music works in Africa.
• You Can't Do That - The Beatles.  Aislin's heard of the Beatles (she knows her music - she'll tell  you so).  A fun tune with lots of cowbell.  Never too much.
• No Baby I - Old 97s.  
• The Promised Land - Chuck Berry.  Badly overlooked writer of the American Song.  Shameful really.  This song is for every traveller.  
• 500 Miles - Rosanne Cash.  I love Rosanne Cash.  Sadly miscategorized as a 'country' artist and therefore overlooked by so many.  This is an old Bobby Bare song - sad and very spare and beautifully produced by husband John Leventhal.  It was a very sad day when I finally realized that Rosanne Cash was never going to marry me.
• Hours and hours of slowly driving down empty roads, looking for something - it's a great opportunity to stretch your memory muscles by trying to sing every Martin Mull song you can remember.  It's great stuff and I don't know why someone doesn't issue a digital retrospective.   Try "Heading Westward", or "Licks Off of Records".

That's it.  

November 25, Mashatu

 Mid-afternoon here at Mashatu Main Camp, in southeastern Botswana.

Mashatu is probably my favorite place in the world. 

Two days ago, we left Punda Maria early for the drive across northern South Africa to Pontdrift, a small border crossing from South Africa into what’s called the Tuli Block in southern Botswana.  It was a drive filled with the usual misadventures of driving in rural South Africa, but we left early and made good time, arriving at the border early for the transfer to Mashatu Tent Camp. 

We were met at the border by Itai and, because there was water in the Limpopo River, were ferried across by cable in a rusty iron cage.  Part of the adventure for Aislin.  We transferred from there to Tent Camp.  I’d been to Mashatu twice previously but always stayed at the Main Camp, which is a permanent (and very nice) resort within high stone walls.  Tent camp is not rough by any means, but it is a very different experience.  Very comfortable (luckily it wasn’t stinking hot here) and you listen to the amazing sounds of the bush during the night.

It’s the usual Mashatu schedule – wake-up at 0500, breakfast – a light continental affair – at 0520 and on the road for the first game drive at 0530.  There’s less variety of big wildlife here at Mashatu than at Kruger for example – no rhino, no buffalo, no hippo – but one feels much more isolated as we patrol very rough tracks in an vehicle open to the sky and to the bush.  The vehicles are amazing actually – old Toyota Land Cruisers that are, for all intents and purposes, tanks, traversing the roughest terrain, plowing right through the brush when necessary.  The first night’s drive was quiet and we didn’t see any of the major predators.  The next morning we saw a glimpse of leopard.  But the second evening’s drive resulted in really a stunning leopard show, put on by a mother and her two year-old son.  It was fairly late afternoon, and they were under a dense canopy of trees so photographically, one might wish for more light.  But it’s one of those things where you just crank up the ISO and go for it.  Thanks to our guide Richard and his assistant Commando – it was just an amazing thing to see.

At two, the male’s world is about to change.  He’s still a momma’s boy, but he’s about big enough to hunt for himself and mom’s begun cavorting with a big male apparently and that big male won’t tolerate the younger male’s presence for long.  Meaning the little guy’s about to get pushed out into the world to make his own way. No more food provided by mom or reassurance.  He’ll have to establish and protect his own territory out there.

On this drive we also got a glimpse of the lion cubs.  There aren’t a lot of lions here at Mashatu but there are, I believe, two females with cubs and of course every guest wants to see them.  Mom had parked them deep in some long grass though before leaving to, presumably, go hunt and when we arrived, they just moved deeper into the grass. 

Next morning we had an excellent cheetah sighting – there are three brothers that hang out here and we got to watch them sleeping it off after eating a big meal somewhere.  We saw a hyena hauling ass chasing,  unsuccessfully, an impala.  We saw a big rock python that had just eaten (consensus among the rangers was that it was a mongoose) and Aislin got to approach and touch it.  Got to watch elephants eating up close.

Then the transfer to the Main Camp for the evening.  Got to see Bobson and Bellamy and Caroline so far.  Hope to see other friends here as the day progresses.  We’ve signed up for a predator drive with Andrei, the predator researcher here.  I have no idea what that will be like – it’ll be a new experience for all of us.

Off now to tea and the predator drive and then our last night here in

November 22, Punda Maria

Late afternoon here in Punda Maria.  Last afternoon in Kruger.  Early tomorrow morning we leave for Pont Drift on the border of Botswana and head to Mashatu.  Three nights there and back to the US.

Yesterday was an amazing day for us.  It had it all – it was fascinating, heart-warming, intense and horrifying.  We got up relatively late and headed out to drive the roads around Olifants.  It was a beautiful morning and we headed down an unpaved road that ran for a while along the Olifants River and then cut away from the river into relatively open savanna.  Aislin picked the direction and we were headed West when we spotted a giraffe.  Now giraffe are pretty common and after a day or two here, you tend not to put a lot of time into giraffe-watching.  But this one was behaving a bit unusually.  Giraffe are very observant of their surroundings and aren’t crazy about people being close.  They don’t panic, but they generally will just mosey on their way when you drive up and stop near them.  This one appeared to be alone (which is also unusual) and seemed focused on watching something in the opposite direction though it occasionally glanced our way.  It was hovering near a small tree and then we noticed the baby.  It’s also not unusual to see juvenile giraffes but this one was very small.  Then we noticed that it wasn’t steady on its feet and seemed wet and then we saw the umbilical cord hanging from the mother and we realized that this baby had just been born.  It couldn’t have been born more than a few minutes before we arrived.  Mother seemed very nervous, keeping the baby near the tree and was intent on scanning the area away from us.  She occasionally would nudge or lick the baby but was mostly focused on watching something.  This of course is when the babies are most vulnerable.  The main defense for a baby giraffe is its speed but it has to get its feet first and this baby was very wobbly.  We watched for considerable time as mother hovered around, even straddling the baby with her legs, keeping the baby near the tree.

The mother continued to seem very nervous and we speculated that she had to be concerned that there were lions or leopards around.  The baby tried to nurse but the mother still seemed too nervous and focused on keeping the baby hidden.  During this time the mother lost the afterbirth, which spilled out onto the ground.  Then we saw something moving in the brush.  It was a hyena moving between us and the mother.  The mother’s agitation seemed to increase as the hyena nosed about.  Vultures also appeared and there was a bit of a conflict as the hyena ran the vultures away and quickly consumed the afterbirth – I’d guess a terrifically nutritious miracle meal for the hyena.  The mother took a half hearted charge at the hyena who did not push its luck.  A single hyena would certainly be no match for a protective giraffe mother.

Still though, the mother seemed nervous and kept watching over in the opposite direction and as the calf begin to become a bit more coordinated the mother struggled more to keep the baby very close and behind the tree, again straddling the newborn. 

We had probably spent an hour watching the mother and baby, parked along the side of this dirt road.  Several other vehicles came by and some would stop for a moment but none seemed to understand what they were seeing or the drama that was unfolding.  Most of this time, we were alone in the bush with mother and baby. 

We talked about how nervous the mother was and continued to speculate that there seemed to be more than hyenas on her mind.  All of this was difficult to photograph because of the intervening bush so I was just pulling the car forward to try and get a better view when I heard the mother let out a roar and wheel around and start to run in our direction.  I looked right and saw a lion standing, looking above the grass.  The mother was running full bore now, right in our direction, the baby following at a gallop about 5 meters to mother’s right.  We just sat still as mother went tearing past the front of our car but the baby ran through the brush and crashed into the passenger door, nearly coming right through the window into Gina’s lap, spewing snot all along the dash of our car.  Everything happened very quickly then.  The baby went down in a heap from running headlong into the car.  Mom circled around the car and to our horror began smashing the baby with her hoofs.  She lashed out ferociously at the poor baby.  All of this was happening not 5 feet from where Gina was sitting.  All I can figure was that, in her panic, when the mother saw the baby sprawled out on the ground, she thought it was a lion and struck viciously at it.  After a couple of seconds mom took off and wheeled around the car again, while the baby lay there motionless.  At this point, Gina was saying, “We gotta move!  We gotta move!” and, man, she was right.  Giraffe are, well, big, and have very powerful hoofs and we did not want to be the object of a giraffe attack so I pulled the forward about 40 meters and pivoted around so we could see what was happening.  The mother had moved across the road and the first lion had reached the baby and was just standing over it, probably disbelieving its luck and trying to understand what was happening.  Another lion showed up and a third.  The baby started to rouse itself and attempted to get up, calling for its mother but the lions grabbed it by the throat and easily held her down.  She seemed to quickly lose consciousness and more lions appeared, standing over her.  I lost track of where the mother was at this point and I’m guessing there’s a point where she realized the hopelessness of the situation and moved away, out of reach of the lions.  After surveying the scene, one of the lions grabbed the baby by the throat and began dragging her across the road into some dense brush, into shade and away from the road.  By this time, lions were streaming in, like from nowhere.  We didn’t count them, but there must have been about 10 of them – adult females and a group of cubs of various ages.  The baby actually cried once more in the bushes but then it was over but the sound of lions eating, a mixture of growling, fighting, purring, crunching.  It’s a noisy affair. 

It wasn’t easy to see what was going on in the brush, and difficult to photograph and honestly, we were all still pretty shaken.  Two more vehicles arrived on the scene but it never became the usual Kruger lion scrum and obviously the other observers had no insight into the drama that had just unfolded.  We stayed for about an hour and then it was pretty much over.  A baby giraffe, while a big animal, isn’t much of a meal for 10 lions and they were getting ready to sleep it off when we decided to head back.

As I said, we were all pretty shaken by the experience.  I think Aislin was frightened by the ferocity of the mother and felt very vulnerable when she was circling in her panic and rage.  She was terrified that the mother would kick into the car, and that was not an unreasonable fear.  I know that Gina was very much affected.  I think it was especially hard because we’d bonded with the little guy and spent much time (really, its whole life) enjoying the miracle of new life.  And the baby was running right to her and I think for Gina it was as if the baby was pleading for help.  And of course, Gina is a mother and I think it was very hard to watch the pain and fear of the mother giraffe.   The gestation period of a giraffe is long – something like 14 months if I remember correctly – and it’s terrible to think that it would all go away so quickly.

For me, the thing that was hardest was the sense that we somehow, inadvertently, might have played a role in the drama.  We all want to watch nature here.  That’s why we traveled half way across the world.  We want to be in a wild place and watch life play out.  I think we were all prepared to see a kill and watch an animal die if that’s what happened.  But the last thing we would want would be to feel that we somehow tilted the game.  If we hadn’t been there, would the baby have escaped?  We’ll never know.  On the one hand, baby giraffes gain their legs fairly quickly and (as we read when we got back), their primary defense is speed.  Young giraffes can be faster than adults and can outdistance lions, which are good for only short bursts of speed.  On the other hand, the baby was wobbly right up until mother began to flee and there’s no guarantee that she could have outrun those lions.  And, she ran smack into the side of an inanimate object.  I reckon that it could have been a tree or a boulder.  Who knows.  And for me, it was particularly horrifying to watch the mother attack her own baby.  To see, and to hear that, was awful.  I hope that she carries no realization of that.

Until that time, the girls had only seen a couple of brief glimpses of lions.  I’ve told them that I think the place is crawling with lions but you just don’t see them unless they happen to flop down somewhere close to a road.  I’m pretty sure they believe me now.  No one seems interested in getting out of the car to relieve their bladders now.

An amazing day for us and we were able to talk or think about little else yesterday.  In some ways, I think we’re still depleted from the experience.

Today, we left late, did a leisurely drive up to Punda Maria.  None of us were looking for any sort of intense adventure today.  The country is pretty here. 

And tomorrow, we get up early and head up the road, out of Kruger National Park, and over to Botswana.

November 19, Lower Sabie

Sitting at the kitchen table in our bungalow overlooking the Lower Sabie River.  Went to Johannesburg without incident on Sunday and met Gina and Aislin at the airport.  Spent the night there, then back to the Park, a night at Satara and two nights at Letaba.  Yesterday we drove from Letaba down south to Lower Sabie for two nights.  Tomorrow we head back north to Olifants for two nights, then way north to Punda Maria for a night, then on to the border with Botswana for transfer to Mashatu for three nights.  Then the long drive back to the airport and the flight home.  Days are winding down, as marked by the diminishing supply of Malarone.

Last few days have been very nice.  A few minor bumps with a jet-lagged 12 year-old but really it’s been very good.  Have modulated amount of time driving around and that’s been fine. Hippos are calling on the river about 50 yards from the kitchen. 

Aislin is a swimmer and so hit the pool at Satara.  And then at Letaba where her hair immediately turned emerald green.  Really.  Apparently they were giving the water some sort of shock treatment and forgot to put the ‘Closed’ sign up.  We are constantly warned that we enter this space or the other at our own risk but nothing warned us against a chemically charged swimming pool.  We’ll have to try and repair that when we get back.  All in all, the smallest possible problem and A loves being the center of attention….

We saw animals from the moment we entered the park, having a very close look at a rhino mother and calf on the drive from the gate to Satara.  Got a glimpse of a lion that first morning.  And of course all of the usual suspects.  Two days ago we went on morning walk with a couple of rangers and learned about yellow-billed hornbills, community spiders, ant lions, rhino poop and the breakdown of a buffalo’s skull.

This morning was rainy and cool and we got up early and went for a drive.  I think today will be known as Rhino Friday because we first saw a mother and calf sleeping in a thicket and then came to a mud wallow where there were four males hanging out.  A couple of males did some half-hearted sparring.  While I was photographing the rhinos I looked up to see a bull elephant standing right in front of the car as a group of  elephants moved into the area.  We did some careful elephant traffic management and came back.

Leading us to now.  Washing clothes by hand, Gina napping, Aislin fixing hot chocolate and a decaf instant coffee for me.  Tonight we go on an organized game drive with TOURISTS.  Agh.  On the other hand, we’ll be out at night and may see some different animals.  We’ve only had a glimpse of a lion, though last night we had a nice leopard sighting as she was sleeping on some rocks overlooking the river.  It’s pretty sweet.

November 12, Shingwedzi

Last couple of days were cool, very overcast and very windy.  Photography not good.  Hard to drive around all those hours for so little to show.  So yesterday I changed it up a little.  Slept in, didn’t get up until 0600.  Took my time eating Cheerios and yogurt, drinking instant coffee and packing.  Hit the road heading north from Mopani to Shingwedzi.  I’d planned a long, unpaved backroads trip to the west, but saw on the board that folks had seen lions to the east, so I changed decided to go 10K that direction and see what’s what.  Didn’t see anything but it was a pleasant enough drive so I took a different backroads approach and kept going, heading to the east then north right up against the Mozambique border.  Some of the road was rough (I’m always worried about the tires, which are substandard) but most of it was fine.  Very little traffic because it’s a long way – like 65K - without short little cut-offs – not something the average mom, pop, three kids in their new Toyota SUV are going to want to do.  The last 30K or so, the country changed as the road followed the course of the Shingwedzi River.  It’s obvious that they’ve received more rain, and earlier I suspect.  The bush became greener and denser.  Really quite a pretty drive.  Very little traffic.  Didn’t see a lot of wildlife, but some interesting birds and one close run-in with an elephant.  You’d be amazed that something so big could just disappear but in this dense bush often your first indicator is when they break a branch while eating.  Then you find that there’s an elephant 20 meters away.

The clouds broke at about the time I arrived at Shingwedzi (about 1630).  I checked in, got situated and went out for the last little bit of light.  Watched some baboons and then sat on the river’s edge and watched a hippo express its displeasure.  Hippos come out of the water and night and sometimes travel amazing distances to feed on choice grass.  He was undoubtedly impatient to leave the water but wouldn’t while I was sitting there.  Finally though it was time and I headed back to camp.

This morning up and out the gate at 0500.  Took a nice long drive down by the river.  Watched baboons being chased by male impala.  Impala are by far the most ubiquitous mammal in the park.  These little jewels are everywhere and it gets so you don’t really even see or notice them much.  But the girls (they’re called ewes – apparently whoever decides this stuff decided that anything impala size or smaller are ewes and rams, anything larger are cows and bulls) are all pregnant and they mostly synchronize calving, timing it so that it occurs after the first rains when the grass is tall so they can hide their newborns.  Minimize loss to predation.  Baboons and impala mostly ignore each other but baboons do predate on baby impala and these male impala seemed especially forceful in urging these baboons to keep moving along.  Right now the ewes all look very pregnant but I’d expect that we’ll start seeing babies almost anytime. 

So a pretty morning drive on a pretty morning and back to the camp by 1000 or so.  Toast and coffee (espresso has not made it to Shingwedzi, which as far as I can tell still has the worst restaurant of any of the main camps).  And now here to relax for a bit.  Washed some clothes (washing clothes by hand is oddly satisfying), write a bit, maybe edit a bit.  Clean all my gear of the dust dust dust.  Maybe take a nap later.

I’m thinking an evening drive and then I head to Satara in the morning.  It’s a long drive so I plan to start early.  If I see something on the way, great.  If not then have some down time there (maybe get the car washed!) before heading to Johannesburg early the next morning.  The girls are coming soon.

November 9, Letaba

Last night here at Letaba before the girls arrive.  Head north tomorrow to Mopani and then Shingwedzi. 

Today was another long day with little to show for it.  Honestly, I didn’t see any animals at all this morning until maybe 1000 except for a few impala.  That means hours of driving with nothing to show for it. Seriously, not one elephant, not a zebra, not a giraffe, not a kudu.  Nothing. In the end, did see a few of the usual suspects, but doing nothing unusual and no cats at all.  The weather was changing all day – I don’t know if that has something to do with it.  But it’s demoralizing for sure.

It’s hard to explain, but I spend maybe 8 hours a day and sometimes 10, driving slowly down roads – often pretty poor roads – with 95 degree air blowing in my face, trying to watch the road and constantly scanning the area around me.  And, the truth is, lions could be 30 yards off the road and it would be easy to miss them.  Leopards – forget about it.  Hell, I’ve even driven right by elephants without seeing them until I was past.  It’s the nature of the bush.  And then if you do see something, whether you get much of a shot depends mostly on variables out of your control.  The distance is the biggest.  But also, is there a clear shot without intervening brush?  And light? You can position your car a little bit here or there, but your range of movement is severely limited. Oh, and animals move.  And they know what’s normal, you know?  In other words, you can drive by an eagle sitting in a tree all day long, but the minute you stop your car, or turn around or, especially, the minute you point something like a lens at them, they’re outta there.  They’re not stupid and their lives depend on noticing the details.  So much luck involved, even if you do see something cool.

A good meal at the restaurant here helps.  It’s by far the best restaurant I’ve found in the park.  Now, two beers down, showered and it’s almost 8pm.  I think I go to bed early, get up early and hope for a better day tomorrow. 

In general, fewer animals up north.  But, it’ll be different and my luck’s got to change.  Hopefully I’ll see some nyala.  One of the loveliest antelopes.  A real charmer.

November 8, Letaba

After several hot days, two days of thunderstorms and a very overcast, blustery and cool day yesterday (first and only time I’ve needed a jacket so far), I’m looking over the Letaba River valley on a beautiful cool, soft spring day.  There really is something of a sea breeze on these spring days, even though we’ve got Mozambique between us and the Indian Ocean.  Just lovely.

Shooting continues to be a struggle.  I’m beginning to be at peace with that.  It’ll be what it’ll be and all I can do is keep showing up and hoping for the opportunity. 

Watched baboons this morning.  I love watching baboons.  There’s always so much going on and the more you observe, the more you kind of get the hang of it.  Who’s dominant to who, who the little bastard troublemakers are, who just wants to be left in peace.  Baboons seem to find newborn infants irresistible.  And who wouldn’t, really.  Attention always seems focused on the newest newborn and the mother and baby are constantly approached by other females, making grunts of appeasement, who want to touch or hold the baby.  Sometimes these mothers have newborns of their own clutching their chests, but they can’t seem to resist touching or hugging or trying to pull the new baby away.  Often the visitors are overbearing and rough, resulting sometimes in a physical tug of war with the baby in the middle.  Sometimes – I suspect when the mother sees a higher ranking female approaching – the mother simply grabs the newborn and moves away.  Today I watched a mother rebuff all entreaties – and there were many – to hold or hug the baby  Then, after watching for a half-hour or more, the mother simply put the baby down and moved off a ways away to concentrate on feeding.  Several other baboons picked up the baby who seemed bewildered, upset and very anxious to return to his mother.  Then everyone sort of lost interest.  Decided it was old news I suppose.

Moving back to Letaba today for two days.  Then Mopani and Shingwedzi as this phase winds down.  In one week, the girls will be here.