One of the reasons we visited Cape Town was the Cape of Good Hope. It was something I remembered learning about in elementary school and I was intrigued by the legendary place the early explorers had to pass in pursuit of other travels. Before our trip, I read that many explorers left letters in a tree hoping other travelers would carry the letter closer to its final destination. The Post Office Tree is now a national monument.
On the morning of our trip to the Cape of Good Hope, we woke up to church bells ringing at dawn and rain beating sideways against the windows, but we decided to go anyway.
Near where the chilly Benguela Current and the warm Agulhas Current come together, the water at Cape Point is unpredictable and wild. It’s known for sightings of great white sharks hunting seals, and in the early part of the twentieth century, people reported sightings of Antarctic icebergs.
We drove with the windows down and watched ostriches roam freely through wild grass in search of food. We climbed sandstone rocks in shades of yellows and reds, depending on how the rocks caught the sun, while lizards shuffled at our feet.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words and it’s a good thing because our trip to Table Mountain National Park left me speechless. The pictures above are some of my favorites taken throughout the day and I hope they’re as inspiring for you as the memories are for me.