Mallorca Photographs
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As long as I have been trekking with the Fellwanderers we have gone to the Lake District in Northern England for our annual winter tour. The idea behind the trip has always been to enjoy the beauty of the English "mountains" when tourists are not mobbing the area. The trouble is, there is a reason that there are no tourists in December. Anyhow, tradition changed this year and we went to Majorca instead.

We didn't entirely know what Majorca was going to be like in December, it is a popular summer beach resort area, but our maps showed a fair number of contours so we figured there had to be something worth walking. The weather varied wildly. Some days were sunny, some were cloudy. On one evening the wind became very strong and caused havoc in this northern bay.

This is the group getting blasted by the sea spray and wind in the morning.

And here we are sunning ourselves just a few hours later.

Our series of treks culminated with a long stretch of trail that had some of the strangest waypoint descriptions we had ever seen. In this one, Eric and Beth are following our trail directions and "climbing up the stone shoulder beyond the cliff of the melting rhino". Yes, these really were the instructions in our book!

While this photo may not look like much, this was by far my favourite waypoint marker... "find the eye of the mountain".

And when the clues became a bit too bizarre we referred to our trusty high quality maps... and got lost in true Fellwanderer style.

We made it back in to the town of Soller for New Year's Eve and proceeded to drink lots of champagne provided by the town hall and very cheap wine that Tim had bought earlier. The evening would have been great had we been able to find some food to eat, but all the stores were closed when we got back from our trek. The situation didn't get much better when we discovered that all the bakeries were closed the following morning! Long walk, no dinner, lots of alcohol, too little sleep, and no breakfast... by 11am I was not a happy camper!

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