Ischia Hike

I think I mentioned before that Allison and I went on a hike in Ischia. It was very...interesting. And also cool.

But not in temperature; shortly after embarking on the walk, after seeing the wedding procession, we started to feel the sun. So I changed into the shorts I had in our bag and ended up looking like a German or something:

Allison also sported primo hiking gear:

After we got into the wilderness part of the hike, the signs marking the trail got very bad. Actually, they were bad before that, but at the top of a long ascent, there were paths diverging in various directions, with none marked as to which was the correct one. So we picked one. We walked for a while. Allison wisely suggested that we turn around and go back, realizing we probably weren't going the right way. She's a little quicker on the uptake with such things than I am.

Anyway, as we were walking back we again passed old abaondoned-looking shacks such as the following:

These shacks, and much of the trail, were littered with shotgun shells. Not two seconds after I thought to myself, "Wow, I'm glad nobody is popping caps right now," especially since I think we must have accidentally wandered onto private property, someone started shooting right on the other side of the hill, or so it sounded to our astounded ears. This dude must have fired a couple of hundred rounds within a span of a few minutes (at least that's what it seemed like in the heat of the moment; if Dan had been there, I suppose he would be able to give a more accurate description due to his experience in guarding the fort), and topped it off with something that sounded like a cannon. We booked it, running low to the ground. It felt like a movie, only substantially more frightening.

Soon after that, though, we found the real trail, to our great relief.

All in all, it was a fun and adrenaline-filled hike.