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The plan was to start at Glen Beach, hike up and enjoy the sunset from the top of Table Mountain, then run/hike by the light of an almost full moon, over the mountains to Muizenberg, where we would hopefully enjoy a gorgeous sunrise from the mountain top that side.
O.k. so that never quite panned out but it was a quite a night nevertheless. It rained softy just before we set off from Glen Beach but the clouds lifted a little as we made our way towards the mountain, allowing for a pleasant ascent up the Diagonal Route.
It was another story altogether when we reached the top; pea soup mist, rain, cold and poor visibility. With every one layered up we made our way through the Valley of the Red Gods, Valley of Isolation, through Echo Valley onto the front Table and Maclears Beacon. Having walked or run that route from the top of Platteklip to Maclears many many times, in all kinds of weather and at all times of the day and night, it was still a challenge staying on the path, even with the help of the Damatas’ yellow footprints that they painted a year earlier. After rounding Maclears we set off for Constantia Nek along Smuts’ Track. Mark suddenly realised that he had lost his watch/gps somewhere between the top of Platteklip and Maclears and that he and Annie were going back to look for it. Which they did, not finding it and descending the mountain via PK – that search couldn’t have been fun. Not to be thwarted they returned the next morning and completed a successful search and rescue, recovering the watch.
We continued to the Nek and the thought of a hot fire and cold beer was starting to sound appealing and, to be honest, had the bar at Constantia Nek been open I’m not sure how much further we would have gone. It wasn’t – the parking lot deserted, the bar locked up for the night – moving on, without a cold Kevin who called it quits at the Nek.
Vlakkenberg was wet and cold, but without much visibility the top comes and goes quickly. Level Five to Silvermine – it rained most of the way but we soon found ourselves crossing Ou Kaapse Weg to Silvermine South, where the rain relented slightly.
We made our way to Muizenberg, at one resting point we were serenaded by the singer in the pack, Ansa Theron, who sang us a Tracey Chapman song, good stuff. We descended via Farmer Peck’s Valley, an area I haven’t explored much at all, but will in the near future and soon found ourselves overlooking a deserted Muizenberg, streets shining from the rain. We headed down and ran though the quiet suburb, before arriving at Cher’s house, where she very kindly agreed to provide refuge to 10 smelly, wet and tired runners. Thanks Cher.
After some warm drinks and a few hours nap, the sun appeared outside and some headed to Gaslight for breakfast. We took a slow stroll, the sun gloriously welcome after the night’s weather.
Now I know it was close to 8am but a run is a run and beer is still best after a run. Not at Gaslight – no alcohol served before 11am or whatever the new laws state – so coffee for me.
I do like the relaxed atmosphere and reasonably priced food at Gaslight and their chocolate cake can make your head spin; it’s also fun to watch the coming and goings of the always lively surfer’s corner.
Suddenly, as if to remind us of our night on the mountains, the sun disappeared and yes, it started raining.
In summary, we covered about 40km in 10 hours – we got pretty wet but we had fun.
The run was organised as a fundraiser for Journey Trails.
“To all participants
Last year the Ocean2Ocean was run twice. Once in April, under very hot conditions, and once in June when it was cold, misty, wet and windy. This year was perfect, blue skies, a warm sun, a slight cooling breeze and views in every direction. Nice.
The O2O was originally conceived as the Real Two Oceans, a tongue in cheek reference to its more famous and popular long distance cousin, the Two Oceans Marathon, the 56km tour of duty for any road runner worth their sweat. It was originally also run on Easter weekend (although not on the same day as the marathon) and on some occasions runners have run the 56km tar version on the Saturday and then the 50km off road version on the Monday. This year we ran a week after Easter so the tar bunnies had a week to rest up and get their mountain legs in shape.
The run, now called Ocean2Ocean, is led by my mate, Dirk. I had run the 50km twice with him before finding myself at the back of the back in 2008 and in no mood to catch up. At the first seconding table at Silvermine, fellow runner Winston and I decided we weren’t going to play catch up all day and we would do our own route, a slightly shortened one to the finish, and so we did. The next year I suggested to Dirk that we offer a 42km (approximate) route to those who don’t want to go as far and as fast, he agreed and the shortened version was born.
We ran the 42km twice last year and once this year on April 10. Make no mistake the 50km is the tougher one, its longer and faster and comes with the added bonus of being a Puffer qualifier. The Puffer, for the unaware, is the grand daddy of Cape Town trail races. It starts at Cape Point and takes in 80km of mostly mountains (barring the chunk of tar at the start and bits here and there) ending eventually at Ferrymans at the Waterfront.
Dizzys was our target for this year’s run. Dirk led 20 runners on the longer route and I had nine in mine. I had five pullouts in the week prior but a small group works well. We started at Muizenberg and ran along the dark and empty beach, the tide low and the wind still. We made our way to St James where we headed up through the sleepy suburb and onto the mountain. We ran/walked through plenty Fynbos, an indigenous forest and some single track before hitting the jeep track back to Ou Kaapse weg, crossing the road and running via the River Trail to the waiting snacks and drinks at the Silvermine car park.
With the sun warm but pleasant we headed up to Noordhoek Peak, along the roller coaster route that is the skyline
panorama before stopping for a rest at the Hout Bay lookout. We spotted Dirk and his crowd well on their way up to the Constantiaberg mast but we headed down and around passing the abandoned manganese mines and stretching our legs on the flattish slightly undulating path before going up and over Vlakkenberg to our next seconding stop at Constantia Nek.
Having refueled it was a hop, skip and a jump over Table Mountain to
Camps Bay, where we enjoyed cold beers and pizzas at Dizzys. 10 hours and some change to cover about 42.km (and some change) but its not about numbers, nor speed, its about spending a day out on the Cape Mountains enjoying nature at her finest and Cape Town at its best.
The 50km crowd arrived an hour and a bit later looking tired but happy and the following week Dirk led another 50km run which I joined from Constantia Nek to sweep the last leg. We might run another this year – watch www.ocean2ocean.co.za for details.