It was nearly lunch time when we realised we had been defeated. We had walked and forded and climbed up The Sa Calobra gorge and now among the high limestone walls and the low spreading fig trees we found we could go no further. So we sat on a rock, where the sun shone down and thought about eating lunch.
After the long summer the early rains had moved the water channels of the gorge and left large pools sitting still between the thrown boulders. The blue water sat deep between us and the other side, and the cliff that jutted in from our bank prevented us from continuing. We couldn’t cross by wading as we had earlier on, and we couldn’t clamber across rocks as the boulders sat too far apart. Someone ambitious had laid a large branch across the narrowest gap, still too far to jump yet if you would risk it not too far to balance. We would not risk it, and so we sat on a rock, in the middle of the gorge where the high canyon walls still did not shadow the sun and thought about eating lunch.
Then, a man came from the other side, down he had walked from the head of the gorge and he stood on the other bank. We watched him as we drank water and debated lunch. He saw the lame wooden bridge, and saw the deep water, he climbed up his side of the gorge among the limestone and the scree and he too seemed without path. But he scrambled up many boulders and looked at all angles, and he clearly determined that this water would not stop him. He would finish the journey he had started on and so he stripped off his top and his shoes and his shorts and he packed them into his rucksack. And he went down to the pools edge, and with great care and great consideration he stepped down to the water. And there he half-slipped and half-fell and so nearly almost waded across and arrived at our side quite soaking and damp. So we sat and agreed that under the warm gentle sun being beaten by a gorge was perfectly fine. And as the man sat and dried himself we walked back down the river, fording and clambering and eventually leaving the river bed. And so we ate our lunch back at the port, watching the birds in the bay.
thegroveisonfire is on holiday for another week or so.