The city of Fethiye marked the beginning of my trekking through the Turkish mountains
Nature is a force that cannot be challenged and must always be respected.. Sometimes it punishes our imprudence but, if you treat it well, it will always reward you sooner rather than later. And this, precisely, was what happened to me a few weeks ago in the Mediterranean forests of Turkey. In the short space of twelve hours I could experience the face and cross of the outdoor life.
I had left on a Tuesday morning from the coastal Turkish town of Fethiye. My plan was to follow the old Lycian Route -designated as one of the best 10 trekkings in the World and of which I will speak to you in another article in a more extensive way - until my legs hold on and I would like to take a Dolmus -Mobus that serves as cheap public transport in Turkey- back to the departure point.
About 3.30 in the afternoon, I was in a natural viewpoint that offered me a landscape of stunning beauty. Surrounded by hillsides covered by a green mantle of pines, in front of me a fall of several hundred meters opened to die in Mediterranean waters that nothing had to envy the most idyllic postcards of the Caribbean. Different shades of blue had attracted a dozen sailboats that rested anchored in the multiple dream coves. I was absorbed by such an image and I checked that, just at that point, there was a flat space for camping. However, it was still too early and I had about three hours of light left.
I continued the march, aiming to reach the famous Blue Lagoon of Ölüdeniz. I arrived an hour later. Although the place was also beautiful, I did not like the idea of spending the night there because of the proximity of civilization - a multitude of English-occupied resorts - and the empty bottles that were scattered on the grass in the camping area. The heat had tightened throughout the day and there was hardly any water left. Nor forces. I weighed the option of returning to the place that I liked so much -which implied a significant rise- and I decided to do it.
I forced the march on the climb and the jets of sweat ran through every corner of my body. The backpack was getting heavier at every step and my gaze was lost in the sky when I sat down to rest a little. That is how I saw dark clouds perching on the mountain from the opposite side. I heard the first thunder. They seemed far away.
I arrived at the chosen place just in time to take a couple of photos and set up the tent before the darkness surprised me. The black clouds began to own the sky also on this side and the thunder could be heard closer and closer. I get hurry.
My store in the place of the storm