Days Out In Autumn

Gazing out across Blind Lake. The leaves are starting to properly change color. There is a bit of a chill to the air.

--October 17, 2024 at 6:10 PM.

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10 days ago when I hiked into Blind Lake the leaves were just starting to show colors. Here and there red, tan, brown, yellow were visible but the vast majority of leaves were still green and clinging to their branches. Fall was in the air but it didn’t feel like it had really settled in. We had a series of very warm days - an Indian Summer of sorts. But you could tell it wouldn’t last.

The previous day I backpacked about 4.5 miles into Blind Lake Campground. On this steadily warming early afternoon under totally clear blue sky on a nearly glass-smooth Blind Lake I paddle back to my starting point on Halfmoon Lake: about 1.7 miles. Photo taken by Richard.

--October 18, 2024 at 12:13 PM.

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Saturday, October 25, found me up ready to head out again into Pinckney Recreation Area. The morning was sunny but slightly chilly. That probably wouldn’t matter as long as I was moving. I am sure bikers and trail runners preferred the low 50s (maybe) temperature too. The plan was to hike from Crooked Lake to Richard’s house; Lil would spend her time biking the Crooked Lake Trail; Richard would do something. Then we would all gather at his house and go fishing.

As I walked the rolling hills of Crooked Lake trail mountain bikers zipped on by heading in the other direction. A couple trail runners hustled on past. Leaves fell off the tress as the wind caused them to lose their grip. The colors that had been somewhat sparse 10 days before were in abundance now. It was a lovely morning in late October. I was somewhat past the halfway point of my hike when Richard came into view. He had decided to hike from his house towards me. That probably saved me from making a mistake and taking a somewhat longer, or at least less interesting as it would have had a road walk, hike. Togheter we walked the trails through the forest enjoying the company and the weather. Perhaps we should have stopped and had some of the hot tea I was carrying in my thermos. About 90 minutes after starting out, with one small mistake at the start in the campground (so easy to get confused in campgrounds) I found myself climbing the steps to Richard’s front door. Now we had time for tea as we waited for Lil to arrive.

The afternnon ws spent out on Richard’s pontoon boat. Perhaps none of us really has much talent for fishing. I suspect Lil has done the most; she certainly has the gear. It’s good we didn’t need the fish to survive. But it doesn’t have to be out catching your meal. It can, and in our case certainly was, about being outside with people you like in a pleasing location. We certainly had that. The Deer Camp beer made by Upper Hand Brewing along with the smoked cream cheese and crackers just helped to round out a very fine mid-autumnal afternoon.

Standing on a fishing pier jutting out into Crooked Lake. The smell of smoke from campfires drifts on the wind from nearby campsites. It’s a crisp clear morning and the leaves are really starting to change color. It’s lovely.

—October 26, 2024 at 10:46 AM.

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We found a shallow spot, maybe 15 feet deep, on the northern shore of Halfmoon Lake. We’ve been out on the lake under pretty clear sunny skies for 90 minutes and lost a few worms to fish but caught nothing. Richard is enjoying himself as are Lil and I.

—October 26, 2024 at 2:38 PM.

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With the fun music of Da Yoopers playing in the background and the sun shining down upon us for the past 3 hours success has come: a fish has been caught. This tiny sunfish was the first of 2 Lil caught along with a not much larger bluegill. Enough for a few bites but it’s good none of us needs the fish to survive.

--October 26, 2024 at 4:02 PM.

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Niagara Falls - May 12, 2024

Our road trip across Ontario is coming to a close and we are ending it with perhaps one of the most spectacular places you can find in North America: Niagara Falls. Since we are in Canada, specifically Toronto, we are visiting the Canadian side of the falls where Horseshoe Falls, the largest by far, resides.

We can feel a bit of mist already coming off Horseshoe Falls just downstream of where we are. If it was windier it could easily get nasty quickly.

—May 12, 2024 at 10:08 AM.

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Once we parked (and learned of the CAN$35 parking fee) we easily found our way to the Niagara River. Just follow the sound of thousands of tons of water plunging 54 to 58 meters down Horseshoe Falls (I suppose the American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls add some rumble but they’re farther away and only account for about 1/10th of the volume of the water flow that pours over the falls). As we approached the visitor center where tours like the Journey Behind the Falls start we passed through our first bit of Niagara mist. Drenching chilly droplets of water hit us with gentle force. If you stood there for a few minutes you would get quite wet. Horseshoe Falls is nearby.

We started with a journey behind the falls. After receiving our bright yellow plastic ponchos (to be recycled later) we boarded an elevator to descend about 20 meters to tunnels that lead to portals. The portals, or openings, are behind Horseshoe Falls and in another direction to lower and upper observation decks where you can see the Falls up close. Here you get your money’s worth out of the bright yellow plastic poncho which are given to every visitor. The portals let you peer through an opening that is perhaps 6 feet wide and probably no more than 10 feet high. Considering that the crest-line of Horseshoe Falls is about 2,200 feet (670m) each portal is giving you a pretty tiny glimpse of the water pouring by just a few yards from where we are standing. Even these tiny glimpses from both portals is impressive. The second portal is about a third of a way around Horseshoe Falls and seems to have a more impressive flow of water pouring by.

This is Great Portal, the second portal behind Horseshoe Falls. It sits about 200 meters around the Horseshoe: just under one third of the way round. During peak tourist season about 2,800 cubic meters of water flows over Horseshoe Falls every second. If we are generous and call this portal 1.5 meters wide that suggests about 6.2 cms water (6,200 liters per second) is passing by each second (about 45 bathtubs filled with water).

--May 12, 2024 at 10:38 AM.

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Judy is getting wet from the spray from Horseshoe Falls as she stands on the upper observation deck. Photo by Jonathan.

—May 12, 2024 at 10:47 AM.

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On the upper deck with Horseshoe Falls thundering behind me. Photo by Jonathan.

—May 12, 2024 at 10:52 AM.

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We were told that this is not a busy day and if that is so I am glad we were not here on a busy day. THe tunnel was full enough as it was and there were plenty of people on the observation decks experiencing the power of Horseshoe Falls up close (though not too close) and personal. We could gaze up to the top of the falls and down into the pool at their base where a Maid of the Mist was just motoring in to give her passengers a drenching and spectacular view.

This appears to be the Hornblower which is the boat that runs from the Canadian side.

—May 12, 2024 at 10:44 AM.

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After leaving the tunnels we continued to walk along the paved promenade to where the City Cruise (Hornblower) is docked. I think this boat is smaller than the Maid of the Mists boats. LIke them it runs frequently throughout the day. A boat tour lasts about 20 minutes which is just enough time to carry passengers to within a few hundred feet of the base of Horseshoe Falls to see them in their full power and glory and get well soaked at the same time. We would get to have that experience in short order. It really is a remarkable experience that is hard to properly express. I am glad it wasn’t chilly and windy out because the cold large drops of water that splashed us were chilly enough.

A good view of Horseshoe Falls which is over twice as tall as the other two falls and considerably wider

—May 12, 2024 at 11:32 AM.

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Horseshoe Falls thunders down behind Dad. Photo by Judy

--May 12, 2024 at 11:35 AM.

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Large cold drops of water are drenching us as we stand on the upper deck at the bow of the boat. I think we are within 500 feet of the cascade that is the 670 meters wide and 54-58 meters tall Horseshoe Falls. It’s impressive.

—May 12, 2024 at 12:45 PM.

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We’ve been soaked by Horseshoe Falls and are cruising past the falls on the American side on our way back to the dock.

--May 12, 2024 at 12:50 PM.

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On the left is the American Falls and next to it is Bridal Veil Falls. These two falls account for just a small fraction of the water volume that pours over the three waterfalls that comprise Niagara Falls.

--May 12, 2024 at 1:34 PM.

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One thing that surprised us as we walked along the river was the relative lack of even small eateries or food trucks. We think Niagara Parks is trying to limit the touristy aspects of the place as much as they can. However, it begs the question of where do the thousands of people who surely visit each day go when they want a bite to eat. There were a couple cafeteria-like places and perhaps a bar and grill by the boat tours dock but not much else. While we did not see places for people to eat we did see numerous large hotels strung out for a very long ways along the river. The city has a bus service,WEGO, that runs between the hotels and various points of interest but we did not take advantage of it. Perhaps visitors are all eating meals in their hotels. We do know that Niagara-on-the-Lake , a small bustling town some 20 to 30 minutes away (depending on traffic), has quite a few restaurants. We pretty much settled on the first place we came to , an Irish pub, and lunch was decent if not memorable. Perhaps we should have stood in the lengthy line that curled around the block to an ice cream parlor instead.

Cold Weather Survival Class and Camp

▶️ Play Cold Weather Survival Class and Camp

On the weekend of February 3-4, 2024 Andy and I took part in a general skills class targeted towards cold weather survival. The class was organized and taught by Michael Neiger and some fellow associates. Michael has extensive outdoor experience including considerable work in search-and-rescue. I certainly do not think I know that much about backcountry survivial and my experience is a match flame against what Michael and his colleagues bring with their bonfire of knowledge. I certainly can learn more (and what is just as good Michael knows he can still learn more).

Driving up towards Hartwick Pines State Park under steadily lightening but rather overcast skies Andy I pondered what would be covered. We arrived a little before 09:00 and found the lecture-room fairly well filled. Coffee was ever-so-slowly percolating in a giant urn and many people took Michael’s suggestion of bringing food to share up with enthusiasm. With one thing and another the morning session didn’t start at 09:00 but in time people were settled and the presentation of information began.

This was an overview class. Michael and Todd had a lot of material to cover and they still needed time for lunch and then the outdoor portion of the class. That would be the pattern for both days: information presentation in the morning and outdoor skills work outside in the afternoon. I’m not going to try and discuss all that was talked about in the mornings from navigation, what to carry on your body, suriving on ice and how to recover if you fall through, communications, food, shelter building, and so much more. If you want to spend time outdoors , especially away from well travelled spots, a good primer class like this is certainly worthwhile. Of course, simple information dumps only go so far; you need to practice skills. In this class that meant some basic fire building skills and some basic shelter building.

I wish I had video of us building the snow trench. With over 20 people tossing snow on to a pile that was surely 8 feet long by at leastt 6 feet wide and likely 4 feet tall did not take all that long. Then a couple people hollowed out the center while the rest of us gathered long branches and pine boughs to place atop of the opened-to-the-sky roof. While only one person could really lay down inside the trench you could get two, maybe three, people squeezed inside sitting against each other. It certainly would be proof against nasty weather outside and would warm up too.

We also threw up a debris-style shelter. With many people working to gather materiel it goes quickly. If I have a complaint against the class it is that you likley don’t get a proper sense of how long it would take to build a shelter like this beacause with 2 or 3 people it would certainly take far longer. But knowing how to do it and then doing it are valuable as you will know it is possible. Michael also quickly showed how a survival space-blanket can be turned into a basic shelter against bad weather.

On the second day we had more information-packed sldies to abosrb before venturing outside, again sunny low 40s (hardly cold) weather, to practice skills: fire making. If people took nothing else away from the class but the fact that patience is required and that you need far more fuel of all sizes than you think then I would say it was a success. I think everyone got their fires going. Goodness knows it is easier to get things going properly when you have a bit of help from your partners. To be sure Sunny, Kristen, and I probably took a good 20 minutes to get our kindling, tinder, and fuel sticks ready, then lit and burning. But we got the snow in my modest-sized cup melting and boiling. Practice and patience win the day.

I do not know how many people camped at vairous places around Grayling. I suspect the local hotels saw a bit of extra business which I bet was welcome because this has been a poor winter for snow-sports based recreation. Andy and I managed to carefully drive into the campground at Lake John. We heard a dog and some people in the distance but I think we had the campground to ourselves and the wildlife we heard. The barking of a deer was the most noticeable but the hoot of a great horned owl is always nice to hear too.

One of the things the several dozen attendees at this cold weather survival class including me (left)and Andy (right) did was build a snow trench shelter.

--February 3, 2024 at 2:42 PM.

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--February 4, 2024 at 4:03 PM.

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Porto, Portugal, 2024: OUr Days in Porto

We piled into our first of two taxis (what they had to do as our initial ride got a flat tire) for the ride to the surprisingly large airport for Gran Canaria at 07:00. It was a straightforward ride to the airport and we got through ticketing and security in short order. We found a adequate bite to eat and settled down to wait for our first flight of the day. It’s a straightforward trip to Porto even though it does require two flights that go somewhat out of their way. About ten hours after we left Agaete and an absolutely lousy ham and cheese (sort of) sandwich on our flights we arrived in Porto, Portugal. We settled into our rooms at the Four Points Sheraton in Matosinhos. We are a couple blocks from the beach which turns out to be surprisingly wide white sand beach. We found a Napalese-style cuisine restaurant which served us rather good dinner which was a refreshing change from the dinners of the past week.

One nice feature of this hotel is the rooms are quite inexpensive at €75/night. You pay an extra €12.50 per person per day (and it must be every day) for a buffet-style breakfast. It’s money we might be able to better spend elsewhere given the quality of the breakfasts but we’ve bitten the bullet and that is that. The hotel in Las Palmas was easily twice as much. I’ve no idea what the Occidental Roca Negra in Agaete charged. The rooms here are exceptionally nice and goodness knows you aren’t going to find a hotel room in a city with a quarter million people living in it back home that is comparably priced. It’s probably this cheap because we aren’t really in the heart of the city where the historic center and far more touristy bits are located. The Ribeira by the River Douro is probably about 8km away: call it is 20 minute Uber/taxi ride. We decided to play things by ear as Dad was under the weather but we had at least one place to visit: Serralves Contemporary Museum of Art. From the hotel it’s a couple miles walk.

The walk Apple Maps took us on, chosen because it was the “fastest” was alright but not really exciting. We passed by a large park that we suspect was quite nice. We also suspected that going along a major avenue that we would later drive down would have been the better choice for city-seeing. Our route was residential and a bit dull. But the morning was sunny and warming towards the upper 50s so it was enjoyable enough. Fortified with a pastry of some sort or other and small cappuccinos (how else in Europe) we enter the Serralves Foundation complex. The buildings that house the museum and other things are massive. I think the architecture is a bit stark and rigid. The intereors are massive volumes that I think could eaisly contains 2 or 3 of homes of the size we have back home. Those volumes seem terribly empty. And the art just didn’t do anything for me. The space with the hanging ropes and patterned tiles around the walls that featured a ramp leading down to a tiled expanse that seemed to slope further down in front of a window that framed some wonderful trees was the best space. Too bad a photograph couldn’t capture the sense of the space.

However, the grounds were a very nice surprise. We ambled through the paper birch glade to an allee that had at its entry a sculpture by Claes Odenburg: a giant spade. I suppose it honors people who work the soil. While it’s impressive I preferred the vortex-like twisting metal that came up next as we strolled along the sweet gum tree lined allee. We had to watch where we placed our feet lest we trod upon seedpods from the trees. Those pesky pods can easily roll under your foot and were everywhere. The allee eventually took us to a set of connected pools. Everything is wonderfully maintained and landscaped. It is formal in its style but lovely.

Our walk through the grounds closed with our exploration along a boardwalk that runs easily a few hundred feet through the canopy tops of the trees in a portion of the complex. I’ve no idea what trees we walked through but it was an enjoyable stroll giving us a chance to look down from upon high. It also really marked the end of our time in the complex since after we returned to the main building we found that the restaurant served lunch but it was a €17-per-person buffet and we have had enough buffets for a while. Since Dad was flagging we got an Uber back to the hotel and tried the little place we had seen earlier for lunch. Arcadia was surprisingly good.

Mom and I did a bit more exploring of the beach/promenade later in the day while Dad worked on conquering his cold. We had a very light-style pizza: light crust, minimal cheese and sauce, decent toppings though not hot enough pizza at Pizzaria Luzzo’s. We suspect they do a brisk business even though, like many places, they don’t open until 19:00 (7:00PM). The spaghetti bolognese we got for Dad as carry-out was actually a better choice.

The Last Day

It’s too bad we didn’t find this walking tour before coming to Porto. Mom found what looks like a lovely walking tour if you have only one day (though they suggest 2 is better) in Porto. But with Dad still contending with his cold a 6-hour tour spanning several kilometers of possibly hilly walking and at least some rides on public transportation just wasn’t going to happen. We settled on a little exploring at the queyside where the bridges tour boats moored near Ribeira Square and Pont Dom Luis 1 (Dom Luis 1 Bridge). I’m sure we would have liked to do more but you do what you can or are willing to do. It’s a lively area. Tourists, locals, groups of school-aged children going places, all moving about in a fairly small region. That would become more noticeable later in the day when we climbed 200-odd steps and some ramps to get to the upper level of the Dom Luis 1 Bridge passing through areas that seemed rather devoid of life. The sun shone down in an essentially clear sky. Little wind blew. It felt considerably warmer than the day before though I supect the actualy air temperature was barely any higher. The boat pulled away from the dock on time and we were treated to a gentle ride up and then down the River Douro under half a dozen bridges. I wish I oculd tell you about the places we passed but it was a trial to get the app to work. Bad design: light gray text on a white background to select the langauge of choice. Hard for me to read; hard for people not really comfortable with technology to use. By the time we had it working properly I am not at all sure it was synced with the boat’s movements. It was then the descriptions were not up to the locations we passed. I’ve no doubt there is a vast amount of history here but I absorbed none of it. Mom and Dad didn’t gather much informaiton either. However, it was a pretty ride on a nice late morning.

When we climbed away from the river to find the entry point on our side of the river we had to contend with about 200 steps of various heights and some sloping streets. It seemed to pass through pretty dead bits of city for a time before popping out on a bustling street where I suspect a lot of things were going on. I was able to go out on to the bridge and the views are pretty good though I am pretty sure they won’t remain in memory for long. While I did that Mom and Dad found some shops to explore. But in time it was time to get an Uber and ride back to the area of the hotel: Dad was ready to be done. We settled on a second lunch at Arcadia and I am sad to report our second meal selections were nowhere near as good as our prevous ones had been. In fact, they were pretty mediocre if not donwright poor. Don’t get the stuffed crepes. My gelato from the ice cream place down the street was far more enjoyable.

I am quite sure there is a lot to do in Porto. Two or three days would be plenty for us under normal conditions I think. It’s hard to get explore when someone is really under the weather. If I were adventurous I suppose I could have gone out on my own but I’m not willing to do that. Maybe in an English-speaking city. That’s not really a given here. We will find a nearby place for dinner. Maybe one of the hole-in-the-wall seafood (maybe some meat) places Mom and I saw yesterday or the Nepalese place again. Tomorrow we get what we all fully epect not much from box breakfasts from the hotel at 06:30 and get a taxi to the aiport to start our flights (around 09:00) back to Rhode Island. Is it wrong of me to say I am looking forward to picking up dinner at Dave’s or perhaps Picasso’s Pizza? I think we all are.

Photos

Claes Oldenburg’s spade marks the entrance, close enough, to the formal gardens here at the Serralves Contemporary Museum of MOdern Art. I suppose it is a salute to the people who work the soil like master gardeners like Mom here. Photo by Jonathan

—February 27, 2024 at 11:35 AM.

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I am not sure who created this vortex of a sculpture. We have passed thorugh a blade of birch white birch trees and entered an allee lined with sweet gum trees that are already dropping their seedpods all over the ground waiting for someone to step on them. Photo by Jonathan

—February 27, 2024 at 11:38 AM.

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Looking back along the sweet gum tree allee. It’s a cool sunny day.

—February 27, 2024 at 11:40 AM.

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The lands around the buildings are landscaped in a formal style. This set of connected pools is just one example of the lovely grounds.

—February 27, 2024 at 11:50 AM.

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I do not know what types of trees we are walking through as we walk along this boardwalk amongst the treetops. It is a lovely stroll.

—February 27, 2024 at 11:58 AM.

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This is a remarkable sculpture by American artist Janet Echelman. It’s called Sea Moves or Sea Changes. The net moves.

—February 27, 2024 at 2:33 PM.

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We think many of the buildings here along the River Douro are residential. I expect they go for a pretty hefty sum. The colorful facades are created by extensive tile mosaics.

—February 28, 2024 at 10:51 AM.

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—February 28, 2024 at 11:44 AM.

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—February 28, 2024 at 11:44 AM.

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I think we are nearing the downstream end of our cruise. The river is lined with all sorts of biuldings. Not really visible from here are the intricate tilework facades.

—February 28, 2024 at 11:55 AM.

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—February 28, 2024 at 12:11 PM.

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Near the dock, though at the end of the ride, for our cruise. I do not know what the church on the Villa Nova de Gaia side of the RIver Douro is. The bridge is the Dom Luis 1 bridge. Perhaps you can see people walking on the upper level. Trams run across the central section of that level.

—February 28, 2024 at 12:13 PM.

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Views from the center of the upper level of Pont Dom Luis 1 (Dom Luis 1 Bridge) looking upstream (top) and downstream (bottom ) from a couple hundred feet above the River Douro.

--February 28, 2024 at 12:52 PM.

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Gran Canaria, February 2024: Pinos de Galdar to Caideros - In the Cool Cloud

Canary Islanders will likely tell you that it was chilly this morning even at sea level (17°C) and certainly at our starting point around 5,100 feet above sea level in the Pinos de Galdar where it was hovering around 13 °C (55°F). Our bus ride, about an hour this time, took us through clouds and patches of clear sky but mostly clouds. If it had been less cloudy when we were at certain points of the journey we could have gazed down upon a lower level of cloud coverage which would have been stunning. However, the main feature of the weather this morning was clouds. At least that was the main noticeable feature as we drove into the mountains. When we stepped out of the bus into a white shrouded world we quickly became aware that the wind was going to be playing a starring role in how we felt too. People were definitely bundled up more than any other day we hiked. I was ok wearing shorts, a longsleeve shirt, and windshirt when the wind was too strong and we weren’t getting any precipitation. Others had far more on. If you were stuck out overnight in these conditions a warm hat and gloves wouldn’t be out of place.

At our dropoff point there should have been a superb view. There was a superb white-out covering the caldera below. Engulfing white but at least it was dry against the skin even though we were clearly within clouds. Since there was no view to see there was no reason to hang out at the viewpoint. We quickly entered the pine forest and that was a nice instant chnage. The trees aren’t densely packed but all pine forests are lovely. The ground is covered with needles and the colors of the trees and ground are pretty. The wind is blocked. It is quiet.

The hike today would be through the pine forest and then on roads towards Caideros. The hike would be pretty much all descending. We followed a trail of worn away pine needles down and down, switching back and forth fairly often to reduce the angle of descent. But it’s a constant descent. Now and then we would enter an open area with few trees and the wind would beat at us. Now and then strongly enough to shift a person a bit: a little extra nudge. The footing was actually quite good and generally you didn’t have exposure to deal with. Of course, since the views were mostly shrouded you might not have noticed exposure were it there to bother you.

I think we picked up an extra member around the one-mile mark. A dachshund had been following a group that was heading up the mountain. The dog decided to join us as we went down the mountain. Belinda, our local guide, gave the dog a name but I am not quite sure what it was. Nor am I sure how long the dog stayed with us though I am sure it was gone when we stopped for lunch. Maybe the dog figured out that being on a wet windy mountainside where the winds were increasing in stregth wasn’t really a good place to be and went home.

At the local cafe, just located in what seems like the middle of nowhere (though there were many cars) we stopped for lunch. I should have tried the lamb or pork. I did try some of the locally made cheese and it was vastly superior to whatever we are getting at the hotel. It had flavor. I can’t describe it but it was an enjoyable snack. It was not the Qesso de Flore (think that is right) which is a local cheese made using , I think, sheep’s milk (goat?) and a rennet made from a local flower. Not many make this anymore but it is supposedly renown.

We leave the pine forest for the roads at this piont. We’ve dropped aoubt 1,000 feet in elevation over the past two miles. The temperature was marginally warmer but the winds are strong enough and it is sprinkling, and some of us not already wearing rainwear quickly donned rain jackets. The descent would continue on a two lane tarmac road. Down we went. Now and then a tantalizing view would appear long enough to show us what we could truly see if only the clouds were not around. It would be stunning. We passed by pastures with goats and homes. We soon reached a part of the Camino de Santiago Gran Canaria which does end at a church I believe dedicated to Santiago in Galdar. It is a 66km long trail that starts in the south of the island and heads north between volcanoes. The trail is marked with the scallop shell like the Canimon de Santiago trails that meander through Europe to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. I suppose we followed a section of the trail all the way into town: perhaps 1.5 miles.

The wind never really let up but the skies did begin to clear as we approached the end of our walk. It was sunny in the plaza where we found our bus waiting for us. We settled down upon steps to wait for the people doing the harder walk to arrive. They arrived about 20 minutes after we settled down. Not long after we re-united, perhaps around 14:15 we boarded the coach for the journey back to the hotel. I am pretty sure we have never done a walk that ended as early as this walk did. We were back at the now sun-drenched hotel where the temperature is probablhy about 21°C in the shade.

Stats

Perhaps we started at a different spot than initially planned but I do not think so. We hiked 4.6 miles descending about 2,100 feet and ascending maybe 100 feet. The first 2.1 miles were through the lovely pine forest on good trail with fine footing of soil and pine needles. The next 2.5 miles were on tarmac roads for the most part with maybe a tiny break here and there but not enough to notice.

Photos

It’s good that pine forsts are as pretty as they are because I don’t think it will be long before we plunge into the cloud layer you see in the distance.

--February 25, 2024 at 10:18 AM.

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Groups always spread out a bit. This is a lovely pine tree forest: Pinos de Galdar. The footing on this pine-needle and dirt trail is quite good which is nice since it is a steady constant descent with a grade around 10%. Photo by Judy

--February 25, 2024 at 10:32 AM.

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There probably is a fantastic view hiding behind that shroud of clouds behind Mom.

--February 25, 2024 at 12:11 PM.

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This is our groups of people tackling the easier walk. We had a nice little break at the roadside cafe. It’s all roadwalk downhill from here. Photo by Belinda (local guide).

--February 25, 2024 at 12:14 PM.

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We left the comfort of the roadside cafe and were immediately pelted by enough rain which caused those of us not wearing rainjackets to put them on.

--February 25, 2024 at 12:24 PM.

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Passing a scallop shell that is marking this as part of the Camino Santiago de Gran Canaria. Photo by Judy

--February 25, 2024 at 12:28 PM.

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I had to be quick to get even this view. I just missed some sunshine shining off distant rocks.

--February 25, 2024 at 1:17 PM.

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I am not entirely sure what the name of this village is. It may be Caideros which is what the booklet implies. It has a nice plaza but that is all we saw.

--February 25, 2024 at 1:45 PM.

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Gran Canaria, February 2024: Free Day Plus One

I believe they get about 320 sunny days a year. This is one of the 45 cloudy days. With a 15-20 MPH wind it’s almost brisk outside. The trees attest to the strength of the wind and down by the sea you will feel spray. The Occidental Roca Negra Hotel is well above any spray.

--February 23, 2024 at 12:15 PM.

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Today is oging to be one of the 45 or so cloudy days they have here. At least that seems to be what various information sources suggest. The free day has come at a good time as it will give Mom a chance to beat back the cold she is hosting. Hopefully by Saturday she will feel up to tackling the 4th walk. We just spent our time at the hotel with a couple quick jaunts down to the sea to see the salt water pools get blasted by the 4 to 5 meter waves, according to a coastal weather event warning though surely the spray was that high but I’m not sure about the waves. We also had to get some more lunch and snack food. No doubt others in the group did a variety of things on their day off. Also perhaps there is more we could have done but it’s just not easy getting about or so it feels.

This is just a small spray. I wasn’t ever able to catch the larger ones that actually sent a bit of water to land on my skin.

--February 23, 2024 at 10:51 AM.

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We are taking a second day off. Perhaps I could have done the walk but I didn’t want to feel like a burden on the group. I know physically I can do the walk but I might well move more slowly than the others and they’d feel put-upon (whether I think that is reasonable or not). Mom is still under the weather and that means she wasn’t going to go regardless. I am unhappy with this turn of events but suppose it is for the best even if it feels less than fair. That’s an indictment of my own state of mind. We will do something in town. More than yesterday. I hope so. Boy am I lousy at figuring out what that should be on short notice.

Time passes...

Dad and I took a round-about stroll into Agaete. Round-about because I always seem to have trouble getting started on either Apple or Google Maps walking directions. Once I find the route I do well enough. Mom is definitely better at getting oriented than Dad or I am. It’s an overcast blustery morning as we work our way down the bustling roads down into the heart of the town. Our goal is to find the Huerto de las Flores (Botanical Garden). It took us a bit longer than it probably should have but we found it. It is well worth the €1 per person entry fee (cash not accepted). WIthin the small confines is a dense forest of all types of plants. Neither Dad or I have any idea what we were seeing but it is well laid out and maintained. It’s also surprisingly quiet within the garden. While I am doubtfult that you could take a family and spend hours inside as some websites suggest you certainly can get a nice respite. There are some truly spectacular trees like the Spotted Fig shown in the photo.

After leaving the garden and getting a couple coffee-drinks and a muffin (about €3.60 - that might get you a tiny cappuccino back home) we slowly worked our way back to the hotel. That was done with a little confusion along the way but we found ourselves retracing some of the walk we had done two days ago as we headed down towards the ocean. Once there it became clear that it was indeed sprinkling a bit and with winds blowing easily over 20MPH and gusting considerably more forcefully that sprinkle seemed much more intense. We were not soaked but we did get damp as we climbed the winding pavers path up to the hotel.

As I type this patches of blue sky are drifting by and the sun has appeared for for a few minutes at a time now and then. A person is swimming in the oddly shaped pool; another is in the jacuzzi - should I go? - probably not. The temperature is in the mid-60s (upper teens centigrade) but as the lady tending the ppol-side bar said as she served me some (mediocre) french fries, “muy frio.” That is more proof that how we feel about the weather is subjective.

With luck we will be able to do the walk tomorrow. It’s supposedly 5 miles with 200 feet ascent and something like 2,900 feet of descent. Must be mostly downhill though we have no real idea what the trail/paths might be like. I don’t even really have enough information to figure out where the walk will be let alone where it is going (maybe others are smarter about that). I wish they’d provide at least basic map information. We’ve heard it stated by one guide that they don’t want to spoil the surprises of the walks but I think that’s a lame argument. Time will, as always, tell.

Dad is standing in front of this remarkable Spotted Fig tree. The bark is particularly striking. The tree sits inside this lovely little botanical gardens located in the center of Agaete.

--February 24, 2024 at 11:01 AM.

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Gran Canaria, February 2024: Day 5 - Maipes Parque Arqueoloogo

Sometimes it is the small things that you appreciate in the place you are staying. The hotel here is very modern. For example, some of the light fixtures are indirect behind sculpted metal but direct where it is appropriate. Very nice. Having two-ply toilet paper (the Hilton used single-ply) is a nice touch. The shower head sits embedded in the ceiling and pours water down like a torrent from the sky in a shower stall that will definitely not produce a flood. If only the choices for food matched the quality of the rooms the Occidental Hotel Roca Negra would be a true treat.

Once again we elected to do the easy walk. The walk would take us through new and old Agaeate and then through the archeological park of Maipes which is the site of some 700 tombs built out of the 3,000 year-old lava by the original inhabitants of the island. From there we’d pass through a wide ravine to our final destination: a coffee and wine plantation. The people doing the harder walk would end up at the same place but get there via a totally different route involving considerably more ascent and descent than our 700 feet ascent and 100 feeet descent (according to the notes). Our walking distance is supposed to be 5 miles.

We sallied forth along the slab-paved curving path that curls down the cliffs from the hotel to the coast. This morning the pavers had a touch of dampness upon them. Just enough to let your feet know that it could be a bit slippery underfoot. As we proceeded down to the sea I began to think the waves were crashing against the shore with more vigor. This feeling grew as we ambled along the slightly damp promenade that leads into the town proper. There seemed to be a bit of a mist or haze hanging over the town. It obscured the arriving ferry from Tenerife but was clearly dissipating. It was going to be a bright sunny and overly warm day.

We paused at the site where you could see what remains of God’s Finger. Tropical Storm Delta (November 2005) shattered the stone finger. It’s now more of a knuckle and not really visible at least from our vantage point. We continued on through the town eventually leaving the bustling streets by the sea to slowely ascend through an older part of Agaete. Nice enough I suppose. But the main attraction of the walk was still to come.

Maipes Archeological Park

is a necropolis containing about 700 tombs of various sizes up to 8 meters in diameter and 3 meters high. Within the tombs bodies are stored in “jars.” As I understand it no extra objects or relics were put in with the bodies. When the site, made of lava that flowed out 3,000 years ago, was deemed full around the 9th century C.E., the people living here simply moved on to a new locale. Today you can walk amongst the tombs on a metal boardwalk that prevents you from dealing with sharp lava and wrecking the ground you are walking on. But the curators of the park have provided a stretch of bare lava, about 2 meters long,you can walk to get a sense of how it feels. Overall the place is clearly well taken care of. It’s a site both severe and beautiful.

From there we walked across some lava fields, nothing hard, to enter a wide ravine that we would follow for easily 1.5 miles. The footing here is generally easy even though the soil footbed is littered with rocks. There is one short section where more care must be taken and ropes are provided to give you an extra bit of support should you need it. It sounds worse than it actually is. I was surprised at how lush the area seemed. Cactus are present but so are a lot of other plants. A few hundred meters to either side houses set atop the cliff walls that make the ravine but it was rather quiet as we walked along with little road noise or other non-nature sounds intruding upon our experience. The thing that most prominently intruded upon our enjoyment was the increasing temperature: surely well over 80 °F under the pounding sunlight. It was always a pleassure to step into shaded areas. Too bad those were few and far between. It isn’t a particularly scenic ravine.

We left the ravine, passing under a small refreshing water leak, to walk the final kilometer along a town road that quickly rose a couple hundred feet to the road that leads into the coffee plantation in San Pedro. We got a tour that was notably for the exuberance of the woman informing us about various facts about the coffee plantation. To say she had a wildly distinctive, annoying, shrill laugh and presentation style is understating the case. Perhaps the laugh can’t be changed (and it would drive me nuts) but toning down the drama would be welcome. After the tour (which though I don’t recall details now of what we experienced in Costa Rica wasn’t anywhere near as good) we sat down for a tasting of some of the wines this plantation also makes along with thimble-sized amounts of coffee. I suppose a nice touch but it really didn’t thrill the foodie in me.

Stats

The walk actually came pretty close to the booklet stats we had available. It was 5 miles long and had 800 feet of ascent and 100 feet of descent. The vast majority of the descent was from the hotel to the sea. We ascended on roads and some short lava beds with the last couple hundred feet of ascent at the end of the Agaete Ravine and then on sidewalks along a road into the coffee plantation. The highlight of the walk is the cemetery.

Photos

It seems like the waves crashing against the lava flow are doing so with more vigor this morning. We expect it to be warm and clear though there seems to be a bit of haze over part of Agaete (not seen here).

--February 22, 2024 at 9:15 AM.

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The top photo is a map representing where tombs of the original inhabitants of this area are located. The botom photo shows a part of the cemetery and you can see the lava rock mounds that are the above-ground portions of the tombs.

--February 22, 2024 at 10:47 AM.

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The mound you see in the foreground and some of the others further away mark some of the 700 tombs of the people who lived on this island before the Spanish came. I believe people were buried here from the first through the eight century. They stopped when the necropolis got too full.

--February 22, 2024 at 11:05 AM.

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If you know how to extract the fruit from and Indian Prickly Pear you will find something that has an interesting flavor and certainly is edible. Belinda showed us how to get at the fruit (if you do it wrong you’ll have lots of spines in the fruit and then in your tongue). One extra side-effect is the rather colorful drippings the fruit leaves behind. Photo by Jonathan A

--February 22, 2024 at 12:12 PM.

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