The 2021 Africa Journals, Ch. 23: In Which We Contemplate the Leopard

Chapter 23:

In Which We Contemplate the Leopard

“Those who have never seen a leopard under favorable conditions in his natural surroundings

 can have no conception of the grace of movement, and beauty of coloring, 

of this the most graceful and the most beautiful of all animals...”~ Jim Corbett

We eat lunch outdoors under a tree and savor an exquisite dessert called a Chocolate Mug, a rich chocolate and Amarula combination. Amarula is a creamy liqueur made from an emulsion of fruit from the Marula tree, cream and sugar.   Elephants love the fruit and so do we in its liqueur form, preferably a double over the rocks.

It is our tradition to have Amarula over ice at least once to celebrate friendship and a trip to this continent.   To also find it in a dessert is delightful because not only is its taste pleasing, it doesn't count as a drink so we can still have that.

Downtime after lunch enables us to get unpacked and settled into our tents.   We will be here six nights and it is an incredibly relaxing feeling knowing that we won't have to pack and move in two days.

Then,  at four o'clock, it's time to head out, over the termite bridge as I took to thinking of it, into the Toyota Land Cruiser, and away we go to explore this relatively remote area of the Maasai Mara.   The Mara, as it is called for short. comprises 583 square miles of grassland savannah, seasonal rivers, and acacia trees.   It is an extension of the greater Serengeti across the border in Tanzania.

Adding to the total area are a number of privately-owned conservancies that border the north side of the Mara.   Everything is unfenced and that allows the animals more room to roam.

Typical of this area of the Mara.

Our guide  drives the Land Rover uphill on what is basically a Jeep trail, two tire tracks winding around natural obstacles like rocks, trees,  and large bushes.   Most of these trails are not maintained by heavy equipment.   If any repairs are needed, they are done by hand with a spade, perhaps using a pickup to haul gravel from one place to another.

While we were lounging around in our tents after lunch, at least one guide was out looking for game.  He'd spotted a leopard and the guides are "hard-wired for leopards," as Marg calls it, and from my observations I think she is 100 per cent correct.   They will drop everything to show us a leopard.   But to be fair, their clients love leopards also.

It becomes a Ferrari Safari, another term I learned from Marg.   Bouncity-bouncity-bounce we we fly across the Mara with  us  in the back like ping pong balls in a wind tunnel.

Then we come to a road block.   Three safari vehicles block the road next to a small herd of elephants.

 

It's hard to know what's being discussed when the guides pull up driver-window-to-driver window because they speak Swahili.   There's a polite  greeting and then, we are told, they exchange information about game sightings.   The guides use this method frequently.    They also used to radio information but that seems to have changed to cell phones and there is extensive use of phones.  You don't know if they're relaying info or playing Candy Crush but it's best to give them the benefit of the doubt.

I once wondered silently about the amount of time a guide spent on his phone while we were stopped looking at game and it turned out he was looking up the name of an unfamiliar bird FOR ME.

About the time the conversation breaks up and the vehicles pass, the elephants decide to cross the trail.

Elephants always have th ight of way!

When they pass, we are back to Ferrari Safari mode.   The trail is  a bit better up here in the grasslands but it is still bumpy.   Added to that, it seems the flies of the Mara can fly as fast as a Ferrari can drive.

Flies on the head of our guide.

On we rocket until the driver stops the vehicle and calls another guide for directions.   A change of trails and we soon find the leopard's prey stashed under a bush, but no leopard.

We track along the creek, looking in all the greenery for the tell-tail spots.

The guides spot some lions resting in the shade of bushes in the same direction we are going so we stop for photographs while the other vehicles look for the leopard.

The sun comes out from behind the clouds and the light gets much better.

And then there she is, walking across the grasslands like she's the only creature out there.  

She doesn't even look at the zebras as she passes them, but the zebras watch her carefully.

Note how powerfully built she is.  Leopards have strong muscles in their necks and shoulders that enable them to carry a prey animal equal to their own weight up a tree.   They do this to keep it safe from others animals that will steal it, like hyenas, lions, etc.

While the leopard walks right past the vehicle, Marg explains to the driver where she wants him to position the truck.

They know photographers like to get head-on shots.

This leopard is known as Lorian.   The precise identifying marks are the necklace--the string of black spots on her neck.   I'm not sure how the guides recognize the different leopards.   Probably because of where they find them and because they see them so often.

They animals are habituated to the vehicles.   After many years, they know the Land Rovers are not a food source nor are they predators.   Now, they seek shade under them and use them as a blind to get closer to prey animals.

I was gobsmacked the first time a leopard walked under the vehicle right where I was sitting.   I did, however, have the wherewithall to carefully  lean over the window opening and get a shot of the animal coming out, which put me about two feet from a wild cat.

Afternoon game drives are short--only about two hours.   By now the light is fading, the sun is setting, and itias time for some animals-on-the-horizon-in-the-sunset.   Of course, it isn't anywhere near as dark as it seems in the following photos but magical things happen when you point a camera in the direction of a light source.

Overall, this is not a good photo because I cut off the head of the wildebeest on the left.   I shouldn't post it here but I am because I really like what-could-have-been.   It isn't often that wildebeests will pose like this.

And one more of wildebeest and Thompson's gazelle.   Then, back to camp.

Next: the cheetah and her five cubs

Night Light

When a sunset is lighting up your night.....

Make sure you look behind you.

Gullible's Gazette

MUNDANE ITEMS
OF CASUAL INTEREST

 
YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHANCE TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION:

I've been hearing about them so on a recent hot day in Anchorage , I stopped at McFastfood and ordered a McFlurry.

This is how it was presented to me:

The McMess looked like it was barfing.

MORNINGS AND EVENINGS:

Trail Lake in the morning

Summit Lake in the evening.  The camera can't quite capture the golden hue on the water.   That's a campground across the lake.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, INSTANT GRATIFICATION:

Speaking of lakes, I stopped one evening at the Tern Lake overlook and took this photo.

This is the smaller part of the lake.

Then I drove down to the pullout where a photographer asked me if the view was better up above.   He climbed the hill, took photos, then later came back down to the lake.

He has a camera on a tripod, a camera hanging from each shoulder, and he's taking photos with his smart phone.   Instant posting instant gratification.  I wonder if he uses the phone to video an explanation of where he is so he can identify his camera photos?

FORGET ME NOT:

I came across these Forget-Me-Nots while picking up litter.  In covering 50 miles of Seward Highway, this is the first time I have seen this flower along the highway.

Not quite in focus on macro, but a better representation of the true color.  One of the reasons it's the state flower is its color--blue and gold.   The state flag is also blue and gold--blue of the sky and gold for the Great North Star.  The Big Dipper and the North Star are represented on the flag against a field of blue.

This is where I found the flowers, right above where my yellow litter bag is sitting.  I think the seeds were placed there intentionally.

Beautimous:

 CHANGING OF THE SEASONS:

Dogs shed, moose shed, bears shed, and mountains shed their snow white duvets.   This occurred yesterday afternoon while I was assembling the mow deck on my John Deere tractor.

The mountain somewhat behind my home.

It started in the cornice at the top.

                        

LITTER PICKING SPONSORS:

This summer's litter picking brought to you by Carlene, who told me about lamb's wool, and Celiene, who picked up four rolls of paper tape in Anchorage for me.

Warning:   Graphic Photo.   Sensitive eyes might want to turn away now.   Hide your children.

Ready to go.

Long Time Gone

For a couple weeks I'd been planning a trip to Anchorage to run errands, my list growing exponentially with every passing day. 

One recent day, I woke and realized I needed to go to town that day, a two hundred mile round trip.  Hop, skip, and a jump.

It took four trips to the car before I felt I had everything I needed.  Then I drove off without my list.

It took three trips into Costco to get everything right, and even then I missed a couple things because I didn't have my list.  The day continued like that until finally I felt like I should have stayed in bed and forgotten all about this day.

The weather had been spectacular all day, after days of rain.  In the early evening, I noticed just a piece of a rainbow over the Hillside as the sun caught a localized shower over the Chugach Mountains.

Eventually, I left Anchorage as the sun was starting to set.

It's 35 miles from Anchorage along Turnagain Arm to the town of Girdwood, just a bit more than one-third of my way home.  It took my an hour to travel that far because I kept stopping to take photos.

Eventually, I reached home and looked at my forgotten list.  I now have a new list started for my next trip to Anchorage.

Sunset Serenade

I stayed home most of yesterday, taking care of some neglected chores. While I worked, I also listened to and watched the televised memorial service for our beloved Uncle Ted. There were a number of out of towners there--Vice President Biden, several members of Congress, dignitaries from overseas. Those who spoke mentioned Uncle Ted's love for Alaska.

And then, around seven o'clock, I could fight the craving no longer.

I laced on my hiking boots, grabbed the truck keys, and drove some twenty miles into the mountains. I should say, I guess, FARTHER into the mountains.

I was heading to the bottom of this hill and around the corner. Click on the photo to enlarge it to full screen to get the full effect of the layered mountains.



When I reached the exact spot I wanted, I parked, grabbed my grab stick and started filling yellow bags. It took me two and a half hours to cover a mile of highway--one mile up and one mile back.

I could have done it much quicker had I not stopped to watch the light show and take pictures of it. Here are some photos that show the progression. I've divided them into two groups--one set looking north and the other looking south.

Here's the looking north batch:









And, looking south:






Finally, west:


I wonder if any of the out of town mourners were still in Anchorage this evening. I wonder if they happened to look outside sometime between 8 and 9:30 p.m. If so, they saw something of what Uncle Ted loved about this land.