From on high, we take a peek into the town of Smolyan, one of the larger regions of the middle Rhodopes.
When we came across this set of 'via ferrata', I got excited and my charming wife read me the 'riot act'. After a frank and fruitful discussion which included a number of issues including her asking for the car keys, we reached an agreement and I was permitted to climb to the top of the first of 2 sections. We returned a few days later and I had her blessing for the full climb and return. She stated she would not watch but wanted to take photographs. It had me fooled but at that stage all I wanted to do was climb, whether she watched or took photographs or neither. Terrific. After I returned, I was walking up toward a viewpoint and something made me turn. There she was, beginning a climb on the rungs. What happened to all the protesting of the previous week?
Ascending somewhere in a beautiful land, Iceland.
Summer in Iceland. We did not think to pack skis. 'But' he managed as we return from Mount Sulur.
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