Seventy is the new forty

Stardate Sept 2, 2023

There’s a hill towering above our anchorage.  If you look close at the picture below you can see the path cut into the hillside.  Look to the left of Nick’s mast.

So the four of us decide to climb the stupid hill.  I had my Keen sandals which promised to give me good support on the hill.  We met the rest of the German tourists coming down the path.  They were wearing flip-flops!  “Ja, the path gets steep near the top.”  What they didn’t say was that the path was full of rolly pebbles and slick grass.  It took us a good half-hour, maybe forty minutes, to reach the top.  A nice view.  And it was free.

Coming down I had visions of slipping and breaking an arm;  That would give a whole new meaning to the term ‘single handing’ a boat.  We all slipped a few times, but managed to get down in one piece.  It was after four pm when we hit the dinghies.  Jen and Den called for sundowners on their boat at five.  A quick swim to wash off the sweat and we made it on time.