After another long climb out of town we spent the day walking above tree line along green pasture ridge lines. Some of the ridges were pretty thin with rock slides that had removed the curvy mountainous roads.
Clouds moved in after lunch and blocked our views for most of the afternoon. At one point we thought we were climbing to a grass pass when, to our surprise, the pass was a giant sinkhole. The clouds rolling in and out, made it spooky.
The trail turned into a road walk on a single lane through the countryside. Small farms in the area made a driving route to visit and buy their cheese. I guess now that we are out of the Dolomites we are back into the cow patties.
We were getting a little concerned about our water level and came up on a pond shown on our map. The map didn't show a muddy cow pit guarded by this giant steroid-ripped bull. Shadow's rain cover on his pack was red too. We creeped by avoiding eye contact. The next water on the map turned out to be a dry cistern. A creek was running below, but a pigs head was laying a little to close for comfort. A few miles later we come across one of the cheese farms.
An old rock trough was full of water and we topped all our bottles off. Geez, I guess it's time to start carrying more than 1 liter each. The farm house had a sign that said "Est: 1622." Man that's old and I can't believe it's still in use.
We walked another couple miles searching for a flat spot, but unfortunately the only decent spot was in a car turn-around near a large sign with a map of the local area. We waited an hour or so to see how busy the road would be while I made dinner. The evening show was a shepherd moving about 400 sheep across the hillside above us. Just before bed I left the tent to pee and all the sheep were gone.
Sheep!
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