57:13 Tenerife: A Second visit, it's that good: Punta del Hidalgo to Chinamada...not just a hike or experience but rather, a privilege.

My new favorite photo as Jen smiles in the thick (and steep) of it. To the left and below is a stream and above it is the trail.
The destination is left of the mountain in the distance and about another 500 feet higher.
Part-way up: The trail passes along an edge with a drop to the ocean. Since we have become horticulturists of some standing, we were easily able to identify this species. We call it a 'yellow flower'.
 We were walking along a path, admittedly, a very narrow edge some 2,000 feet above the trailhead when Jen asked whether I was feeling a little ‘jingly, jangly’. Well, I hadn’t heard that expression from her before, but I could figure out what she meant. I also had a real close-up view of her lovely face which expression echoed the sentiment. Her usual feelings in those positions are expressed as ‘shaky’ or plain old nervous. Despite feeling ‘jangly' on the day, she invariably handles those situations with aplomb and will seldom avoid a hike with a dangerous fall-off. In fact, on an occasion in Utah a little over a year ago, on a sort of trail which sloped dangerously away from the wall, including only a 9-inch-wide path, took a lot more guts than the one that made her a ‘little jangly’. Often, it's the feeling or mood on the day that's critical. 

 Well, I salute ‘Miss Bo-Jangly’ and look forward to spending many years with her on narrow, jangly paths safely and of course, listening to Sammy Davis. 

Little sun made the sights even more attractive. Not unlike how attractive Jenni finds me in the dark.
We make mental notes of these position in case of rain. How we have missed the showers thus far has been a wonderful streak of luck. Still a week to go and a drenching seems imminent.
Confronting one peak after another.
Enveloped by or in nature. Following in Jenni's footsteps while whistling, Mr. Bo Jangles.
Struggling to keep up with her as she deals with the hill like a professional.
A window to the town as we close-in on our return although still high.
Steps cut into the rocks are a great help but steep as can be.
Arguably, my favorite sight. However, I was warned should I need to publish it, not more than one allowed. 'Yes, Ms. Bo-Jangly'. We have viewed this icon from a multitude of positions.
 The title of the blog appears to be quite sentimental. However, that it may be but it’s based upon absorbing staggering sights of high mountains engulfed in clouds, foliage so green that it looked almost artificial in coloring, rocks of red hues, some with arches, the flow of water below us, a number of caves, views of the coastline with its assortment of rocky sections and towering, pointed mountains abutting it, tricky but well-designed paths and a feeling at all times, even when the muscles cried out for relief, of being in a wonderland. Above all, the fact that we were testing our skills and enduring the struggle up-and-down amounted to the best part of it all. Fortunately, these wonderous landscapes and challenges occur frequently, almost daily, allowing us to absorb what we understand to be a real and genuine world—the miracle of it all. 

  As a concluding thought, an opinion really, of nearly a lifetime of observing human behavior (including our own suspect actions), it might be fitting to add in, perhaps a controversial supposition. Bear in mind, it requires probably a tome worth of development, explanation, and discussion. 

   Should a person wish to seek religion, we think one should search in the cities—the choices are wide and in abundance. After all, religion has a very strong human influence. However, should you wish to seek spirituality and by extension, God, it might be better to search in the wilderness, to peek near the peaks and their broad surroundings. 

From there, it's a turn and up a further 800 feet.
Where naughty girls and boys have to sleep as punishment for misbehavior.
Love the 'safety' rail. We don't understand its purpose. It encloses a safe platform and compared with most of the edges/ledges, is a walk in the park.
After the edges, the climbs become steeper. Arch to the right, town yonder, boy in blue with white hat below.
Somewhat luxury path: Fairly wide, smooth and no rocky outcrops but for .
Provides such beautiful views.
A classical Nepal motion with an appropriate backdrop.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey 

We visited another part of the island 5 days later, climbed over 2,500 feet to reach a peak, and found a place to live, below. Jen says she prefers the old-fashioned method of searching, that is, calling Linda Bernstein and asking her to drive us there. (Such a 'square'.)