On our second full day of walking safari our guide informed us we would climb a mountain before descending down to the river where we would make camp for the night. Much to my surprise the mountain turned out to be little more than a large pile of boulders with some grasses and shrubs growing in the cracks. If I called it a hill I would be generous (we south bay natives call the road to Santa Cruz a hill after all). All the same, I love walking up so I kept my mouth shut and followed the guides as they scrambled up their mountain.
When we got to the top I realized why they call it a mountain. It is pretty much the highest peak around and the views were fantastic. Best of all, from the top we could see clearly on the next peak over, a family of wild dogs (a very rare sight and our second on this trip). The adults were just home from the morning hunt and were sharing their spoils with the pack. Two litters of puppies (14 total) came out to feed. I can't even begin to describe how cute it is when 14 puppies all try to nurse from one mom (the other was still out apparently) . One of the little puppies kept getting pushed out of the way and ended up rolling down the hill a little before catching his footing and going back for more.
Captain Erik is climbing a mountain to watch wild dogs have breakfast. Also, to pose with a spear like a samburu warrior.
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