From Signal Hill to the Kamiesberg

First leg. From Signal Hill to the Kamiesberg. We follow the direction of that other expedition. On the sand road leading into the jumbled mountains an earfox is lying dead and two raptors rise up from it as wind, circling, becoming mist that settles as fog. On the ridge of the mountain only the legs of a radio mast are visible. Further down a metal arrow points to the village of Paulshoek. Once it was an outstation where rams were separated from ewes ahead of the breeding season. Later, as a village, it gained renown for the potent practices of herb-doctors or kruiedokters working there. We will encamp here for it seems a preternatural place.