The great migration! And it is not the southern U.S. border.

Today is another big day on our adventure. Actually everyday has been a big day. We are going to the Kenya and Tanzania border to see the great migration. The animals are coming to Kenya, like we did, for food and babies. All four of us are jazzed.

As we approached the camp great room, we were greated by the rascals that had been running around on top of our tent all night.

After a fueling stop for us at camp we set out. Three minutes out the giraffes welcomed us to the Kenya national park.

A few miles from the Mara river, where the crossing will occur, we saw a procession of willibeasts. These are the animals that we will see at the crossing.

We found a few that had gotten separated from the herd. Hopefully they know a shortcut and will catch up.

A few hyenas waiting for the lions to kill something

We are now approaching the river. Remember those two ladies we picked up? Clicker 1 and 2? Here they are ready for action.

Well we made it to the river and it reminded me of the Safeway parking lot!

Dixon said he knew a place. So off we went. Here is the river prior to the crossing. The rapids were incredibly strong. Many animals, particularly the young will not make it. We wait.

To kill time we had morning treat. Part of the charm of our camp is the treats we get every day. They always give us a note too. Here is today’s. By the way I ate and liked the energy balls best.

The herd is preparing for the dive or jump into the river. Who will be first? Who will be chosen to be pushed into the leadership position? That is one role I would even back away from!

They are ready as you can see but it was a fake out. They turned around and left. Dixon moved us down stream to a new location. He said have patience. And you know how patient I can be! So we settled in. An hour late our patience was rewarded.

I was writing this blog and Dixon tells me it is starting. First one in is a rotten egg!

Then more came.

Then more.

Then they started jumping off cliffs to join the herd and get into the water.

They formed a line swimming across the river.

Watching the whole thing were some hippos in the river.

Thirty minutes in we thought it was over but no. More jumpers.

After they crossed we looked back and there for miles was the procession. Here is a pic of the group of thousands, and I mean thousands, that crossed.

Dixon thought it would be good to have our lunch in the jeep watching the last of the migration. Here is the gang feasting on salami, cheese and tomato sandwiches with potato sticks.

We drove a bit and Dixon went through a pond and mud. We made it. Someone following may not have.

On the way back to camp we came across a group of thirty elephants. Here they are.

I focused on a few to give you an idea on size.

When back at camp there was a much smaller migration by humans trying to navigate the river and bridge to have a sundowner.

Another great meal and fire. Met some other guests. Decided to get some sleep since we had a long day coming up. All we could talk about is the great migration. It truly is something you will never forget.

That’s a wrap for tonight folks.