Faja dos Bodes

Sao Jorge, Azores

The Day dawned foggy and cold after the Cory's Shearwater's mewing call punctuated the night air. Mist drifted across the narrow road as we departed for Velhas to exchange the van for a smaller auto with which to navigate the narrow roads. In the distance a cloud covered sky laced with blue held promise for a sunlit day. We switchbacked up the asphalt road out of Faja do Bodes past stone dwellings. Up, up, up, the nearly vertical mountainside past terraces of stone fenced gardens of kale, beans, squash and fava beans until we were high above the sea on this volcanic mountain.