She impressed us today. She kept a fast pace in front of us, so she could pick a rock and sit for a minute while we were making our way up, Coline sometimes on her feet but mostly on Cristiano's back, oscillating between being daddy's sweety pie and an adventurer herself too. We climbed up until we could get a 360 degrees view of the surroundings, although not quite at the pico, because, you know, it was way past lunchtime and lunch was not in the light bag I carried along. Neither was my camera, to my great regret. What was in there, though, was my mini-first-aid kit, to Coline's delight. In the midday sun, on a rock that has holes carved in just the right size for our bums to sit, our hair blown in the wind of the summit, there she put cream on her sores and scratches. We slid and jumped our way down, still without any complain from Leila in spite the many falls, the heat and hunger and definitely full of pride and elation. This was fun and we will come back.
Pico do Itacolomi seen from a neighboring hill
a short pre-hike in the parc of the pico
I checked the map before starting our hike, went away a few steps, came back, saw this creature slowly crawling where I had been standing, froze, and realized it was not a snake but just a slightly gigantic kind of earthworm. As far as I am concerned it is deadly, given how my heart stopped when I saw it so close.
Comment faites-vous pour que les vers de terre soient aussi longs?
ReplyDeletele climat? La terre? son alimentation? ou bien qlq'1 l'a étiré? il était vivant?
ou c' un mutant?
en fait, c' comme dans le livre que je suis en train de lire: (de Tracy Chevalier)
ce qu'on connait en Europe ne correspond pas tout à fait à ce qui s'appelle pareil en Amériques.
(c' ptèt' pas très clair, ce que j'ai écrit...);
Bisous aux mountain lovers ,MC.