walking on Turkish hills between Kas and Phellos

I thought of my walking friends Dan Huling​ and Ryan Filanda​ the last two days as I followed the red and white marks for lengths of the Lycian Way.  I thought of Brad Heck​ when I chose the outstanding rock to stand on at the thrill of the precipice and view, the bright white vapor passing from its currents below to up, around and past me. I stayed there too long, everything stopped in its complete grandeur, and so I ran back much of the way over the tripping rocks like a mountain goat. And so I thought of Michael Rahal and Mariel Lugosch-Ecker​, too.

When I got back to the mosque where the path leaves the road, there were even more men gathered than before and the smell of cigarettes passed through the open air. I found the shortcut back off the steep road, and the whole valley buzzed with February bees in the sun and flowering trees.

Thanks for coming with me friends.