Caves, grottos and majestic mountains

Beowulf
Tom Fenton and Faith Ressmeyer
Sat 7 Sep 2013 17:53
We slept under the stars last night. Well, I crept into our bunk about midnight, but Faith lasted until 6 or so before joining me, like old Hob the Shepherd (drenched with dew). The Milky Way was clear and thrilling. This morning we thought we would walk over to Sa Calobra, the most spectacular gorge among many in the Tramontana. We climbed up to the saddle between the two calas, where the 13th century chapel of S. Lloranc (there should be a cedilla under that c but I don't know how to do it) stands at about a thousand feet. The views were magnificent. Cala Tuent was quieter today, possibly because of the Saturday market at Sóller. Even the donkeys fell silent. After a swim and lunch, we weighed anchor and sailed back along the coast making almost 3 knots in the lightest F2, until the wind died and we had to motor. Up close, the caves at the feet of these massive cliffs were vast and rugged with stalactites, bats, and all the mystery you could hope for. Higher in the rock faces there were great galleries and grottos that must have tempted climbers and enterprising speleologists. Every rock seemed to have its own meaning, to demand individual attention. Then suddenly a wind sprang up and a storm cloud hung over Port de Sóller waiting for us. We motored back to tie up at the town quay where we are now, and the clouds are grey and heavy with rain overhead.

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