64.22 Portugal: The Algarve: A hike at Albufeira do Arade.
We reach a highpoint on one side of the dam on a dull day, hence, 'blueless' surface. On the other side of the dam above the wall. We drove into the interior searching for a dam hike. Upon arriving at what was apparently a commencement point, we were 'welcomed' by a hunter in camouflage uniform and of course, with a rifle. ‘Welcomed’ is somewhat of an exaggeration. Expressed differently, he had yet to fire the rifle or even point it in our direction. While I'd like to believe, at a minimum, we were matched evenly, I still had the advantage. I was 'armed' with Jen, a backpack containing breakfast and a camera. Nothing like a bit of foolish optimism. After all, Jen and I each have a pair of arms, not to forget another set of forearms each, giving a tally of 'twelve', if you sum our upper limbs, just enumerated. The guy was not friendly (see end for blurred shot); we supposed he felt our presence might disturb whatever game he was pursui...