Wedged into the lush, forested folds that rise up to create 10 and 11 o’ clock peak, you will find a wooded, arched entryway. Behind this, the trees already lean heavily onto each other, creating a dappled tunnel that murmurs adventure. Just a few strides in and you’re swallowed by the overgrowth of the Tolkien-esque and peculiarly named Duiwelsbos trail, peculiar because we’ve never found any devils.
The 2km shaded trail winds up and along the edge of steep moss covered banks and is strewn with wild fruit and seeds that the baboons hastily discarded when they heard your footfalls.
Follow the sound of tumbling water as you head up and up and up again, through twists and turns, alongside cliff faces and past fern-tipped, fairytale rock pools, ancient trees observe from overhead and hidey holes hold hidden things and all the way up and back to the source of the Koornlands River.
Just around this corner your climb comes to an end at the very reason for the trail, the waterfall. Duiwelsbos Waterfall, sometimes cascading, sometimes barely whispering, but whatever the waterfall is doing, you’re here, take a seat and listen to the mountain and contemplate why you don’t come up here more often.
Maybe it’s called Devil’s Forest because you leave all your demon’s here.