Is it easier to hike in a flat field of boulders than on a steep downhill studded with slippery rocks? We would soon find out. A semi-path wove between the white rocks. By now we’d been on the trail descending from the White Mountains through the Samaria Gorge for almost four hours.
The trail narrowed and a new hazard appeared, falling rocks.
The canyon narrowed and the rock walls on either side of us mapped the effects of geologic changes and erosion from many years ago.
The narrowed path and mid-day heat made negotiating the rocky path with an endless stream of hikers more difficult. We’d been hiking over five hours and our energy was waning. We found a shady spot and split our last Greek savory tart. Five minutes later, we pulled ourselves up, refreshed and ready to go, and we were surprised to see the park exit straight ahead. We turned in our tickets (so they can be sure everyone who started the hike had been accounted for). Right outside the gate was a stand with fresh orange juice for €2.50.
We started down the path to the little town of Agia Roumeli.
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