Re: Stop the World I Wanna Get Off: My Escape to KTP
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2021 5:09 pm
After spending my morning with these delightful cubs, I returned to camp, never having made it to KijKij, but with a smile on my face.
That smile was wiped away on the way to MataMata.
I got stuck in the deep sand. Normally I would be the “predator lookout”, and SO would do the digging. Being alone, it was up to me. Unfortunately it was around 12 noon, so not much traffic passing by, and very hot. Suck it up, buttercup - so I began to dig the sand from the front and back wheels. Obviously there are not predators waiting around every corner (I wish, from a photographer’s view point), for someone to alight from their vehicle, nor are we on their usual menu, so I really didn’t worry about that much.
I was VERY lucky that an obviously experienced gentleman stopped to assist me. He was a goldmine of knowledge, and said that the tire pressure that the guys at TweeR had deflated my tires to, was still too high (160 - 170). He lowered them all to 120, reversed me out off the sand, gave me some pointers if it happened again, and I was on my way!
I had no more problems the rest of the trip, but did see others stuck in the same stretch, including an abandoned flatbed truck, throughout my stay. To be fair, the rec. PSI according to all the camps, is 160.
For some reason, my enthusiasm for an afternoon drive had waned, so I stayed in camp….
That smile was wiped away on the way to MataMata.
I got stuck in the deep sand. Normally I would be the “predator lookout”, and SO would do the digging. Being alone, it was up to me. Unfortunately it was around 12 noon, so not much traffic passing by, and very hot. Suck it up, buttercup - so I began to dig the sand from the front and back wheels. Obviously there are not predators waiting around every corner (I wish, from a photographer’s view point), for someone to alight from their vehicle, nor are we on their usual menu, so I really didn’t worry about that much.
I was VERY lucky that an obviously experienced gentleman stopped to assist me. He was a goldmine of knowledge, and said that the tire pressure that the guys at TweeR had deflated my tires to, was still too high (160 - 170). He lowered them all to 120, reversed me out off the sand, gave me some pointers if it happened again, and I was on my way!
I had no more problems the rest of the trip, but did see others stuck in the same stretch, including an abandoned flatbed truck, throughout my stay. To be fair, the rec. PSI according to all the camps, is 160.
For some reason, my enthusiasm for an afternoon drive had waned, so I stayed in camp….