The Day We Tried to Be Grecian Mountain Goats
If you picture Greek islands to be sunny with sandy beaches below hillsides of blue and white painted buildings, I’m sure you are correct somewhere. Here on the island of Naxos it is staggeringly mountainous. While we were there in late March, it was unseasonably rainy and cold. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop us from hiking. We started up the hillside that had no trail.
We were literally climbing up the steep mountainside like goats, all the while hearing goat bells in the distance.
The clouds descended upon us and we were rained on. Luckily, just then, we found a shepherd (goatherd?) shelter made from stone. We took refuge there until the pouring rain passed.
Jeremy said during the rain storm, “The good news is that it will be nice and slippery on the way down.”
As we hiked it smelled of goat poop and the occasional hint of sage.
The great thing about hiking with a 10 year old is discovering things that I wouldn’t notice as an adult – bouncy bushes.
Julian, being the most agile of the four of us, scampered down the mountainside in no time. We lost sight of him for a while, but weren’t worried. We made up stories that he was out fishing on the beach. No, he’d caught two fish and was back drinking ouzo and playing backgammon with the locals while learning the Greek alphabet.
As we were nearly at the bottom of our descent, we had a wonderful surprise…
Although we were trying to leave him, we realized he was scared. We tried to keep walking him down the mountain toward other goats. Eventually, he seemed less afraid and there were other goats nearby. See you later baby goat.
Although we made up stories about what Julian was doing during the time it took us to get down the mountain, when we arrived on the beach we found he really had done something impressive.