Hi folks,
after a few days of fever and throat aching, Earl is back on track. The spring weather in sardinia can be tricky, I had warned him about the northwestern wind, and I'm sorry he had to spend a couple days at home, drinking hot tea and resting...yet, as we all know, Earl is a healthy gentleman (despite his age) and he's back in action just as strong as before. He had been asking me about the promontory of Capo Caccia, so I decided to take him around on a sunny morning.
First, we had a walk among the bush on a short trail which starts in Cala Dragunara:
and we walked along the coast until we managed to get to the old watchtower overlooking the bay of Porto Conte:
The morning was filled with the typical Mediterranean bush perfumes, mastic, myrtle, euphorbias, juniper, and Earl was very happy to breathe the salty air and enjoy the view:
Then we headed towards the Capo Caccia lighthouse, the tallest working one in Italy at 186 metres:
Earl was willing to climb up to the lighthouse: unfortunately, it's in a military zone so instead of going up towards the lighthouse, we decided to go down to the Escala del Cabirol, a 653 stairs descent from the top of the Capo Caccia promontory to the entrance (sea level) to the Neptune's Grotto, a beautiful complex of carsic caves and stalactites flooded by sea water. The stairway flanks the rocky promontory and is a challenge for tourists and locals. I knew Earl was just recovering from flu, but he said he'd give it a try, so we started the descent:
Halfway through the stairway, though, Earl and I had to stop to help an old lady who was evidently having a hard time on her way up. Being the lady American, Earl used all his manners (and language skills) to cheer up the tired traveller, while I was checking her physical state. The lady still had about 300 steps to climb, but the path behind her had obviously taken her to the edge of her strength. She was, nevertheless, enjoying the view behind her, and so was Earl:
As we took advantage of some shadow from the mid-day sun. When the old lady seemed to have gathered the strength to climb a bit more, I started going further down, but then Earl stopped me by saying in his low voice that we should rather climb back up to see how the lady and her husband would get back to the parking lot. I suspect he was slightly afraid that he wouldn't be able to go down and up himself...but don't tell him, he would deny it anyway
So here's a last picture of the rough coast and the stairway, with the island of Foradada. Next time, we'll make it all the way to the caves...yet I know earl did enjoy the morning walk, and I hope you folks did too
Fausto
