I might not have been posting, but I have been hiking, this time on vacation. Two weeks of vacation was on a farm out in the middle of nowhere in Italy, and there were plenty of opportunities to hike around.
Most memorable hike: Short three mile hike through the woods to the “Castle which only God knows”, a small abandoned castle/fortified house out in the middle of nowhere. It dates from the 1300’s, but it’s empty now, gated and padlocked. Luckily, the local high school kids must use it as a place to hang out, so I managed to find an unlocked side gate and got to wander around, alternately looking at medieval architecture and recent grafitti. We don’t have medieval castles in California, so being able to wander through one (especially an abandoned one) was cool.
On the way back, I looked through the trees at the side of the trail and realized that all the surrounding land had once been terraced farmland… long before Europeans ever came to California.
Most memorable moment: the hills are overrun with wild boar. Now, we don’t have many wild boar around here; my only exposure to ‘em was running into a trap and cage set in the watershed lands of Marin County. Huge cage, lots of warning signs about how mean and violent those wild boar are. I definitely didn’t want to meet ‘em.
So a couple days after arriving, I go wandering around the farm. I head up past the vegetable gardens, past the pens filled with these huge pigs destined to become prosciutto, through a couple gates, and out into dense woodlands. The bird sounds start disappearing, and the forest closes in. There’s an electric fence along one side of the trail. Suddenly, I just feel miles away from civilization, and start noticing a sound like someone trying to start an outboard motor a fair distance away. Then I realize it’s not an outboard motor, but must be one of those wild boar. I can’t see it, but it doesn’t sound like something I want to meet. After all, it’s got to be bigger than those tame pigs I walked by that seemed huge, right?
I slip away, and slowly the grunting sound fades off.
The next afternoon, I saw some of those wild boar wandering by, and they were all knee-high. Ok, I feel really silly. 4 years ago