|Milly tied to shore. No neighbours. Idyllic!|
We're in Turkey for the winter, cruising along the coast to get to our winter marina. The coast is spectacular - very high mountains plunging into the blue sea and dressed in pine green over orange or silver rock. We started with a downwind sail from our peaceful, post-tornado anchorage in the misty morning. Anchored with a line to shore in a secluded, long rock lined cove, reportedly packed with boats in high season. Today empty, Milly being the only occupant. Hike up, up, up a rough lane with a view of the bay on one side and pine forest on the other. Eventually we came to an ancient ruin (still) standing on a hill overlooking a narrow agrarian valley with small fields and smaller sheds, the only sign of human development. Only the sounds of sheep/goats, birds, donkeys braying, and roosters, wind in the trees and gravel beneath our feet. No power lines in sight, no car or truck motors. Nothing but the sounds of nature. We even spoke quietly. Back down to the boat in the heat of the sun. Even a quick dip in the 22.5 C water.
Peace restored after our adrenalin pumped tornado experience.
|The coast is beautiful from the sea - always.|
|Oh yeah! My first real hike without crutches. I am forever - I hope - grateful for mobility.|
|Ancient Lydae. Roman and Byzantine ruins. Unimaginable to be in a country where aged ruins are a dime a dozen, lying on an isolated hilltop to be viewed only by a few who happen by.|
|Looking down our "bay". Glorious!|