A very long hot day. And the best one too. We did not put lips to beer until after 7PM, so jazzed from the Swartburg we could have continued driving all night.
The Swartburg ranks among the premier mountain passes of the planet, sufficiently hair raising and seriously spectacular.A total blast to drive. Some prefer not to look down and keep eyes on the narrow, twisting dirt track.
High dessert, yucca, wild flowers, no people. Occasional well funded farms, mohair country. Seldom any cars at all on the hundreds of kilometers of roads we ripped down. Fang almost achieved the 120 speed limit when I forgot to mention to Laurie we had 90 minutes to make our time control 188.9 kilometers away! Twenty five km of that passage was a raised concrete single lane. Grand fun for me, not so much for our driver.
Fang soldiers along, the 150 km of gravel on route vibrated his extremities. Lots of racer tape appearing on rally cars, patching hoods, trunks, lights, roughly in place.
Noise wise we are now silent except for the in car giggling. In emergencies, I play the Mexican Hat Dance. It works well on goats and the SA army. Your Nav, her work almost done
Waking In the quaint village of Craddock is like stepping back in time. Restored row houses, a true Victorian Hotel, Jazz band on the porch, gin and tonic in pitchers, iron bedspreads. New Orleans amid the diamond hills?
Landscape yesterday semi desert, huge mesas in the distance, yuccas in bloom and high altitude passes. Our bumpy test was a military training area with the good name of Commando Drift. We are without an accurate GPS but rally on.