Saturday, January 29, 2011

AWW 26.01.2011: A Sentimental Stroll or An Ode To The Odelouca (Or: Rod’s Reservoir Reminiscences)

Considering the forecast and Rod’s ominous trailer for the walk, (“Probably around 20k..a few hills but little scrub.  A hand of Madeira plantains will probably suffice!….”), 11 walkers was a respectable turnout for this one, offering no organised ‘All you can eat’ lunch nor even a caffeine boost at the start at Café Ourique.

Leader:    Rod

Present:   Frank W., Tina, Hilke, Chris and Antje, Dina, Ian W., Maria, Paul and Myriam.

Dogs; Misty, Tiggy and Shelley.

The 9 am. start at  Café Ourique, was to facilitate  a long drive to the barragem, and despite being delayed by livestock, and a hopeful wait for the absent CB, we set off walking at 0930 am.

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Myriam’s camera was in action before we set foot on the walk.

Being a little unpractised at Start Photos, (these being the CB’s speciality) I dawdled a bit returning to the group from the gorillapod and missed the first attempt. However it all came back to me and the second attempt was more successful.

 

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Wrapped up well on a grey day

The track below looks unlike any other of our walks which are predominantly circular, but if Google Earth had sent satellites over the area more recently you would have seen that we had to pick our way around vast fingers of water which currently are about half of their potential. The walk was ‘designed’ to show off viewpoints and for Rod to reminisce loudly about how formerly we had walked across what was now the bottom of the lake. Indeed little islands showed tracks disappearing into the water where once we had trodden the way.

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The track (reservoir not included)

Stats:                from Oregon GPS

Total Distance:         12.33 km
Total Time:               4hrs 16 min.
Moving Time:           3 hrs 15 min. (lots of time admiring the views)
Overall Avg.:             2.9 km/hr
Moving Avg.:             3.8 km/hr
Total climb:                441 m.:
Max Elevation:          248 m.

Here is the Leaders’s  Report.

This was advertised as a perhaps hilly, 20k walk to view the western side of the new Odelouca Dam and lake. It was only partly achieved in that it was well down on 20k....but in the light of comments, made up for in terms of hills and views.

We met at the closed and therefore clearly coffeeless Cafe Ourique and drove up to the Dam along the spanking new access road (pity they couldn't make the N125 or the N124 the same way!) and we were on our way by 9.30.

We set off up along a  lower valley up a little used track  to a ridge; here our leader was overcome by his desire to get down to water level to get a closer view of the rising waters drowning for ever his memories of past walks.

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“Long and Gradual”!!!

We descended a down a long and gradual track to the water's edge from where we could view bits of old tracks emerging from the water and nostalgically remember those past walks along this once lovely valley.(come on now lets not get too soppily sentimental!)

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Perhaps the Leader forgot this part of the ‘descent’!

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A new peninsula

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The end of the road

 Having said that the new lake makes for wonderfully different scenery and will obviously be a huge new source of water created without having caused much loss or inconvenience to any people or homes. Because of the nature of the lake and terrain there was then no real alternative other than to go all the way up again.  Everyone was obviously  so enraptured by the new scenery that there was hardly any, at least audible, grumbling at this usually to be avoided retracing of steps.

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The long way back

From there a detour was added, no doubt just to make a point of ensuring there were 'a few hills',  to one of the high points from where there was a great panoramic view of the lake....framed needlessly to say by the odd electrical pylon.  Then down to the main ridge track which would in fact eventually lead right up to the Alferce - S.Marcos road,  this would have been a road too far however so after a couple of k's we veered off up a suitable rocky hill top to find a sheltered spot for lunch.

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Lunch on the rocks

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The forecast rain never materialized so there we sat for a while with a dramatic view of the Picota massif.  As the ridge track is flanked on one side by the new lake and by the impenetrable, mostly, Monchique river valley on the other, there was no alternative but to retrace our tracks once again for some distance. After a while we took another track further to the east which eventually ascended to a high, but quite overgrown contour track with spectacular views over the actual dam structure and surroundings....and impressive it is.

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We really needed the CB’s new panoramic camera here!!

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A sharp descent took us back down to the cars and a return to  Cafe Ourique which fortunately by then was open and amazingly, in view no doubt of the falling temperature, more hot chocolate than Sagres (which we must remember after last week's history lesson means 'Sacred' !) seems to have been drunk!

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Only one beer in  sight – guess who? but I was supported by Dina, who had necked hers before I finished the stats!

 

Rod was right – a 12 km walk that felt like a 20 km walk. Whether it was the cold, damp weather or the multiple undulations, or (for some) the effects of Scottish poetry the previous Saturday, which even may have caused the CB to stay away, aware that his prose might not rise to the heights of "Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!"

Anyway, it was good to have a scenic walk, with many memories of what ‘progress’ is now denying us. Along with the ever-encroaching tarmac, the fencing of vast tracts of land for no apparent reason, and the flooding of wonderful valley walks to provide water for Golf Courses, much conversation was stimulated on the ecological and environmental evolution of our walking wilderness. Women outnumbered men (again); the English had a small majority, equalling a coalition of the Germans and the Portuguese (unless the Chinese wears her Portuguese hat), and the Scottish were an ethnic minority. The French and Belgians were nowhere to be seen!

Chocolate sales were at a high at Café Ourique, although Antje produced a small snifter from her nether garments, and refreshed Rod’s drink in addition to her own! Tina was back to manage the fund, but hid behind her ‘Assistant secretary’s ‘ rank when I boldly suggested culling the circulation list, and asking for confirmation of updated contact details.
Janet over to you!

 

You've got to be in top physical condition. Fatigue makes cowards of us all.    Lombardi, Vince

Monday, January 24, 2011

AWW 19.01.2011: St Vincent´s Special or A Lighthouse before Lunch.

How exactly does a Saint become a Patron Saint.  Does he or she have any say in the matter? Are there forms to be filled in, ballots taken? Be that as it may, one assumes that due protocol was observed so that, during the course of 2010, St. Vincent of Saragossa, a.k.a. Vincent the Deacon,  added the AWWs to his existing patronages and, thanks to careful planning by Rod Frew and Bob Bates, on 19th January we novice patronees  were able to gather together in suitable fashion to pay our respects to the Saint and to thank him for his patronage.
The challenge facing Rod, as leader of the walk preliminary to the event, was to get a somewhat undisciplined or shall we say discipline-resistant bunch of walkers from the Cape to the Forteleza in good time for the ceremonies arranged at the Chapel.  Two weeks before, I had booked local guides when venturing into uncharted territories ( http://aww2010-11.blogspot.com/2011/01/aww-5012011-lost-in-levada-or-ilha-do.html   ) now Rod took a leaf out of my book and, rather as Roger Bannister had used Chris Brasher and Chris Chataway as pacemakers when breaking the 4-minute mile barrier, he had engaged a Hash House Harrier (namely Jim Brownlow) to set the pace down the long long road. And some pace it was, that he set!
And, as most of the route was perforce along the tarmac, he also had Ian Scott and Mike Pease driving up and down shouting encouragements (well, I´m sure that is what they were shouting) at the line of us walkers from the comfort of their limousines – if this had been the Tour de France and we “L´Équippe WWA “ , they would have been boosting our moral with splashes of champagne and other such energy boosters, but no such luck.. ..next year maybe -
 
  The Starters (plus one, minus one)
Ignoring the svelte couple in the far left background, there were 26 Starters. Ian S refused to start, and Jyll Pease caught us up later, making 27.

No.27 knows a flat walk when one comes along.

The Statistics
Created by Pauladev on Android.
“Total Distance: 7.74 km (4.8 mi)
Total Time: 1:56:58
Moving Time: 1:36:22
Average Speed: 3.97 km/h (2.5 mi/h)
Average Moving Speed: 4.82 km/h (3.0 mi/h)
Max Speed: 12.89 km/h (8.0 mi/h)
Min Elevation: 75 m (247 ft)
Max Elevation: 117 m (384 ft)
Elevation Gain: 113 m (372 ft)
Max Grade: 0 %
Min Grade: 0 %
Recorded: Wed Jan 19 10:05:02 GMT 2011
Activity type: – who knows?”

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The Track
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Go catch ´em, Alfie


Got ´em

The Leader´s Report

“St.Vincent's Special
 
Leader : Rod
Present (some walking, some only absorbing history, some doing not a lot and some just eating!):
Philip and Susan, Paul and Myriam, John and Hazel, Ingrid, David L, Alex,  Hilke, Terry and Jill
Bob and Diane, Mike and Jyll, Ian W and Diane, Lindsey, Chris and Antje, Tina, Dina, Ian S, Di Wren, Val and Colin,
John O'N, Jim and Deirdre, Peter S, Susan F.
Dogs: Quite a few! (Editorial: walking dogs: Tiggie, Alfie, Amos, Rusty and Jess: guest appearances by Oscar and Maddie.)
 
“This was a special event to celebrate the Saints Day of our Patron. Little physical demands were involved but for once some modest cerebral activity was introduced.....the level of fitness for this unusual exercise was  not generally evident but some seemed near their limit.   The weather was sunny, almost windless (for the area) and cool.  Everyone met up at the Fortaleza, with time to spare indeed (surprisingly, since coffee was not in the immediate vicinity....although some arrived earlier enough to locate a distant source) and the shuttle service to the Cape went smoothly enough not to leave anyone behind.  From there we set off on our very modest 7.6k walk ....no hills to be found and only a very limited amount of stony trail and scrub (specially introduced to remind everyone of our real provenance).
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“We arrived back at the Fortaleza more or less when expected and were greeted by our guest of the day Artur de Jesus,  Head of the Câmera de Vila do Bispo Cultural Dept., who had managed to obtain free entrance for us into the Fortaleza....although the average age suggests most of us would have got in nearly free anyway as OAP's  and we evidently looked like it too since dogs were only permitted in if they were guide-dogs!.
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No, we are not guide dogs.
“We went straight to the charming little 16th C. Chapel of Nossa Senhora de Graça where Bob, under the gaze of the oldest known statue of St. Vincent  above him, offered a few prayers for our Saint and blessings for the AWW . Artur then regaled us with his encyclopaedic knowledge of local history and legend, both in the Chapel and around the Fortaleza compound. Cerebrally satiated with doubtless already forgotten historical data,  we all  --well nearly all-- gradually repaired to the sunny and warm terrace of the Telheiro Restaurant on nearby Mareta Beach for a pre-lunch drink followed by a  relaxed and lively lunch.
 


 
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Rod presents Artur with a memento

“One hopes that our Patron will have approved of our efforts and treat us well henceforth ....and we mustn't forget he is also Patron Saint of Winemakers so perhaps we should follow up with a suitable celebration of that too!”


One can drink to that and, when one does, this little grace may be appropriate:

Oh Lord, whose power divine
Didst turn the water into wine,
Please forgive us foolish men
About to turn it back again.




Post- publication, Gordon Jackson emailed with photos from England to say:



Thanks John, and a happy new year to you all.
Just to make you a little jealous, our small group walked around the hills above Grasmere last week.
Here you can see the valley, with the village covered in mist, from the edge of Silver How.
Also the Langdales, with Pavey Arc on the right above the lake.. It was a tough 11 mile walk, so we needed a couple of pints of Jennings Cock-a-Hoop to restore our aching limbs.
A few days later our minister (one of the walkers) found a beer brewed by a company named Fuzzy Duck. It was called Cunning Stunt! Try ordering one of those after a couple of pints of Sagres!
Weather is bad here, as expected.
Hope your weather improves.
Gordon