As many of you know, I have a substantial fear of heights and that can be seriously tested on a regular basis in the Algarve. On Monday January 29, I decided to bite the bullet, metaphorically speaking, and explore Cerro do Guilhuim, a small mountain to the west of Estoi. From a distance, it looks like a fairly easy ascent. Up close, it proved otherwise with parts of the trail appearing to go straight up or down depending on the point of view. With Jackson for moral support, we set out on the trail facing the autoroute, got three quarters of the way up and said, nope, that’s it and went back down to where the car was parked.
That’s where I decided to follow the marked trail in the opposite direction hoping for an easier ascent to the top. It wasn’t but we succeeded with time patience and effort. Coming back down proved to be a bit of a slide fest. The red clay bed of the trail was slippery from recent rains. However, we made it without incident.
And that was our adventure for Monday. The exercise and adrenaline contributed to a healthy appetite for lunch in Estoi!
Five Feet, Nine Inches Above Ground 
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