I’ve mentioned the Melville Koppies, a nature reserve and National Heritage Site behind our house, in previous posts. But until now I haven’t had the chance to give this natural wonder the attention it deserves.
The Melville Koppies are nothing like Central Park, Hyde Park, or any other city park. They feel primordial and alien. Walking there is like traveling back in time — before Joburg traffic, before the gold mines, even before humanity. In addition to hundreds of indigenous plants and animals, there are rocks more than three billion years old and Iron- and Stone-Age ruins. But looming in your peripheral vision are reminders of the modern world — heavy power lines, houses, and the Joburg skyline.
The Koppies (“koppie” means “hill” in Afrikaans) are divided into three sections — east, central, and west. The east and west sections are open to the public; Joe and I walk on Koppies East about once a week. But the central section is open only for guided tours a few times a month. These tours usually start at an ungodly early hour, which is why Joe and I had never made it to one. But last Sunday morning we dragged ourselves out of bed at sunrise and went to Mark’s Park, across the road from the Koppies Central gate, for a three-hour guided hike of Koppies Central and East.
It was a beautiful morning and 30 or 40 people showed up for the hike. We met Wendy Carstens, the Chairman and head of conservation for the Melville Koppies Committee, who corralled everyone and led the way through the gate.
The thing that amazes me most about the Koppies at this time of year is the grass. I had no idea that grass grows in so many shapes, sizes, and colors — green, brown, yellow, pink, white, and countless shades in between. Six months ago during the dry season, the Koppies were brown with hardly any grass. But it’s late summer now and the grass is above my head in many places.
We entered a thicket and heard a racket of gray loeries calling from the branches above. Then we caught a glimpse of a large bird flying off — a spotted eagle owl! The loeries had been trying to scare him away from their nests and the hikers came along just in time. I wasn’t able to catch a photo.
This was a fast-paced hike, more for exercise than for learning about flora and fauna. I had to prod Joe periodically so he didn’t hold up the line — he prefers to amble along and examine all the flowers and mosses and birds. We’ll have to go back for one of the slower-paced tours.
Winded from climbing, we stopped for breakfast on a rocky outcropping in Koppies East. Then we continued back into the central section, walking through a grove of protea trees and into a forested area along a stream.
I found my way to the front of the line and talked with Wendy about the challenges of keeping the Koppies in their natural state. The reserve covers 160 hectares and Wendy works with just a small handful of workers and volunteers. Keeping the koppies free of invasive, non-indigenous plants requires hours of back-breaking work; Wendy constantly pulled weeds as we walked.
It’s also very difficult to contain crime and pollution in the Koppies. Although they are right in the middle of town, the Koppies are vast and isolated, making them a haven for criminals and the homeless. Koppies Central was closed to the public several years ago due to a proliferation of muggings and vandalism. Koppies East once contained a squatter camp. Koppies West is only safe to visit with a group.
But Wendy and her staff are determined. Because of their hard work, people like Joe and I can walk out of our houses and, in less than ten minutes, transport ourselves to another world.
I still haven’t visited Koppies West, which is double the size of Koppies Central and ten times bigger than Koppies East. There is a guided hike there on Saturday morning. If it’s not raining and I manage to get myself out of bed in time, there might be a Part 2.