Sometimes I would look out to the side of the road, seeing small glimpses through the trees, of ridiculous views casting down into the deep valleys below. I rested my elbow on the drivers-seat window, feeling the temperature drop outside through the response in the glass. And then I drove a little bit more. Then some more. My ears popped again during the decrease in altitude, as the car flew down the other side of the mountain. I continued my journey for some time. Then some more again. Down a very long road and another. And probably drove for a bit longer after that as well, until a string of colourful bunting flags made from dancing floral patterns greeted my arrival.
Capertee Valley is the world's second largest open canyon, second only to the Grand Canyon. It lays at the foot of the Mountains, up and over and across from them, and on this day, I felt blessed to experience standing on such a largely untouched, and beautiful part of the earth.
The sky overhead put on its best performance- showing off glittering sunshine, bitter haunting storm clouds, near-terrential downpour, and beginning the cycle again as the suns' rays pushed aside the remaining wisps of grey- casting bursts of warmth onto the wedding that lay below. But I'll let the photos do the talking about that.