71.14 Portugal, Geres: A Handful of attractive pictures in a salute to Geres and the surrounding districts.
We have so many unpublished hikes but thought a mix of pictures from various outings would be nice. However, this does not impact the unpublished lot but then again, one only lives once. Therefore, with all the courage and dare we could muster, we went ahead and did just that. Of course, the real issue became so which do you display, Smart Alexa? Seems like a person cannot get it right so we hope you enjoy this tiny selection. We salute Geres, a small town for which you might realize we have deep fondness.
Cheers,
Jen said to me, "You develop fondness for most places we visit."
I cannot sneak much past her, it seems. I suppose that's true, the fondness of towns visited. However, after preparing a reasoned and deeply thought through reply to counter her criticism, I made the point that "I really, really love this place." Need I add more?
We'll get wet today but maybe it will be cleansing...convince yourselves anything should you wish.
The time was early, the light was good, the camera was working and we were fortunate. During this trip, some of the trees appear surreal, at times. Can't get enough. Fortunately, our tally thus far is in the hundreds of millions.
Aguila do Sarilhao reflections.
Along the Rio do Fafiao, we were tested on the mountain but rewarded with beauty. The apparent gentleness surrounding us in glorious colors and calm, but for the steady flow of the water with its consistent sound, was outstanding.
We circled the town one wet morning and could not resist the temptation...perhaps not that wise.
When I was a kid, should I have expressed such fondness for flowers, people would have been concerned. Now I'm an old man, who cares?
Jen goes rock climbing, some pretty serious stuff, we thought.
A view from one mountain to another at Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia.
Roses are red...so we are told.
Reflection of a bridge across Lake Canicada.
Ho-Hum. Yet another beautiful flower.
Jen keeps trim; one of the reasons is so she can negotiate the gaps while not staining her clothes.
Another stunning sight from height. A little tough on the edges and downward movements, but the rewards were fantastic.
Hedging on red.
Talking of interesting views.
At the commencement of a tough hike on Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia, something to soften the blow.
The time was early, the light was good, the camera was working and we were fortunate. During this trip, some of the trees appear surreal, at times. Can't get enough. Fortunately, our tally thus far is in the hundreds of millions.
Aguila do Sarilhao reflections.
Along the Rio do Fafiao, we were tested on the mountain but rewarded with beauty. The apparent gentleness surrounding us in glorious colors and calm, but for the steady flow of the water with its consistent sound, was outstanding.
We circled the town one wet morning and could not resist the temptation...perhaps not that wise.
When I was a kid, should I have expressed such fondness for flowers, people would have been concerned. Now I'm an old man, who cares?
Jen goes rock climbing, some pretty serious stuff, we thought.
A view from one mountain to another at Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia.
Roses are red...so we are told.
Reflection of a bridge across Lake Canicada.
Ho-Hum. Yet another beautiful flower.
Jen keeps trim; one of the reasons is so she can negotiate the gaps while not staining her clothes.
Another stunning sight from height. A little tough on the edges and downward movements, but the rewards were fantastic.
Hedging on red.
Talking of interesting views.
At the commencement of a tough hike on Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia, something to soften the blow.
Jenni and Jeffrey
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