71.03 Portugal: Geres: Following Jen's progress on the PR3; a revealing few hours of nature at its best.
Let them hang. Making our way to the trailhead using our feet instead of the car in a magnificent environment and atmosphere. We enter the forest and cannot spot the wood for the trees...but are overawed by the greenery et al. As we rise, the neighborhoods across the way come into view while the clouds consider leaving. Jen turns to tell me I'm falling behind. "Well, it's steep, you know." We had a few sweet encounters lately, always something that adds some 'spice' to life. Two occurred in Geres, the third really sets the scene for the topic some 8 years earlier. At the time, Ben was 6 years old or thereabout. We were in San Diego and had taken grandson Benny on a hike down to the ocean. On our return, we asked whether Mom would be home so that we could gain entry to the house. It has an outside locked gate as well as a front door...I think also with a lock. As we approached the gate, Benny explained that it did not matter where his...