Here is the continuing story of our travels with the Scott-Rifer family and our journey along the Lycian Way:
Day 2 – Hanging Out in Kabak
A welcome sight after a long hike
After a spectacular but slightly rigorous hike from Faralaya to Kabak we took a day to take it easy at the Olive Garden Pension. The Olive Garden sits upon a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. A great day for catching up on school work, swimming and relaxing.
The view from the Olive Garden
Beth and Elizabeth relaxing
What a setting for catching up on school work
Day 3 – Kabak to Alinca
Ready for a great day of hiking
Well rested from our day in Kabak we set out for Alinca, a town with many more goats, cows, and chickens than people. This hike took us from the coastline, to mountainous pine forests, and then thankfully some flat mountain top meadows. A couple of highlights of the day included staying at the home of the mayor of Alinca and being high enough in the mountains that Romi could touch the clouds.
Leo and Caleb planning their next snack break
What is Noah thinking?
Griffin is relieved to arrive in Alinca
Day 4 – Alinca to Gey
This proved to be our most challenging hike with steep and narrow trails alongside ominous cliffs. Loose stone paths made for uncertain footing and lots of slipping. Thankfully, Leo, Caleb, and Romi led the way oblivious to the fact they were even hiking as they played a four hour long storytelling game. We arrived in a slightly larger town and immediately raided a small grocery store, binging on chips, cookies, and gozleme (a Turkish crepe filled with cheese, greens, and spices.), before heading on to to our stay at the home of a local family.
Great fun meeting a Turkish hiking club
You have to be careful on every step
Leading the way
Instead of a lemonade stand these kids sell honey on the side of the trail
Baby goats on the trail
Day 5 – Gey to Gavuragili
Feeling ready for 18K
After being awoken by roosters and and a call to prayer that even had the local dogs howling for mercy, we set out on our longest hike – an 18 km walk that took us from high in the mountains through terraced farm lands and goat trails, and then eventually back to the Mediterranean. At the end of the trail we took a van to our lodging in Patara. There we rested our sore feet, backs, and shoulders and feasted on lentil soup, chicken casserole, and sweetened stewed pumpkins.
Can’t a dad get some respect?
The last leg of the journey
Another glorious view
In the final stretch
Celebrating in Patara
I love love love reading about all your travels and seeing the photos! What a journey.