Boise to Gorongosa
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 12, 2014
A "sundowner" and bush dinner under a full moon on a bluff over the Mussicadzi River.
The structure of the last eight days have become framed by the morning safari drive and the late afternoon drive, ending with a notable tradition: a sundowner, someplace to watch the sunset. I am going to miss that. I will miss a lot of things as I leave Gorongosa.
I will miss being surprised around the corner by a flash of red, blue and turquoise. And Im going to miss Heidi Ware telling me what it is. (A purple-crested turaco; no photos, just a flash of color seared into my memory.) Im going to miss waterbuck that have become so familiar, with their distinctive rump marks; Im going to miss the graceful impala, the impish oribi, the spotted bushbuck atop a termite mound, the reedbucks who rest in the grass so just their heads are showing. I might not miss getting them all mixed up.
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 11, 2014
“If wildlife conservation is 50 miles, you go about four feet before you realize it’s not just about animals,” says Steve Burns, director of Zoo Boise.
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 10, 2014
The rhythm of our days has fallen into a morning drive to look for animals, which takes us to lunch; and then a late afternoon-into-sunset safari drive. This morning, instead of driving, we walked.
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 9, 2014
We stop at the gate of the fence that surrounds Chitengo Camp. The guard counts us, records it in a book, gives the driver a pass that must be returned at the end of the day, and opens the gate. We are on safari again.
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 8, 2014
A raucous group of 24 kids played a game of “batata quente,” which would be “hot potato,” easy enough to figure out without speaking Portuguese. The one left with the ball when the teacher stopped singing laughed with the guilt of being caught red-handed and scooted out of the circle.
Posted by Katherine Jones on August 7, 2014
I’ve always wanted to see a big cat in the wild. Mountain lion, bobcat doesn’t matter. Even a track would make me ecstatic; they are the creatures of my heart. And today?