October 31, 2019
Vila Nova de Milfontes
Today’s Ride
We’re elated when we wake up this morning and see that the weather forecast has improved. We had been thinking we’d stay over in Ourique a second night - a nice quiet town with lime trees, swarms of English sparrows, one decent enough restaurant but not many other obvious attractions that we can see. Much more interesting to spend the afternoon exploring at the coast, we imagine. I lock myself in a time box and blitz yesterday’s blog, and we roll out of town on the dot at 8:45.
It’s uniformly grey but dry when we start biking west into a mild headwind that will persist all the way to the coast. The land is pretty, gradually growing greener and more varied as we progress. Bright, lacy pine trees stand sentinel along the roadside, supplanting the eucalyptus; then are themselves replaced by cork oaks and then ash. Rolling fields hold the bucolic delights we’ve grown used to in the last ten days: grazing cattle, sheep on the move, scattered villages.
All very pretty, but we don’t slow down much to appreciate it. We’re on a mission to reach the coast dry in time for lunch. And in any case we aren’t on a road that promotes a leisurely ride - it’s a bit busier than we’d like, and we have to keep alert to traffic. We picked this route because it’s the most direct, but with more time we’d have followed a quieter one.
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Video sound track: Angel Eyes, by Raz
About halfway into the ride, we see the forecast for what it is - a forecast, not a promise. It begins misting lightly, then a bit more so. It never breaks out into full rain, but we don’t trust it and stop to bring out the protection. Better to do it now where we have shelter and aren’t rushed than in a panic when it really turns wet.
The rain never does hit, but as we cross the final high rise before descending to the coast we encounter a band of fog, dense enough that we consider stopping to break out the lights. It’s not quite bad enough to be worth stopping for though; and not far past the summit it thins out and soon disappears, along with the mist. Even though it’s still overcast, the last four miles are fast breezy descent that go a long ways toward drying us out.
We arrive in our town for the night, pull in at the first inviting cafe we pass, and settle in for lunch. A nice place. I have the plat de jour, a steaming bowl of rice with broiled chicken scraps; and Rachael has a pork sandwich. We have plenty of time - we arrived at 12:30, and check in at our hotel isn’t until two. A bit after one, Rachael finishes her lunch and decides to use the time by going to the grocery store only five minutes away while I finish off my glass of wine.
A half hour later, she’s still out. Then forty five minutes. My phone is dead from using it as a GPS, so I can’t contact her. I’m starting to get worried, but there’s nothing to be done but stay put as the cafe starts thinning out. Ten minutes later she finally shows up, looking harried. Her phone’s GPS was no help, and she’s been spending the last half hour wandering the streets of this tiny place trying to find her way back.
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Vila Nova de Milfontes
It really is delightful to be here. Milfontes is a modest but historical place at the mouth of the small Mira River, a shorty that rises in the hills just east of here. After showering and resting up a bit, we walk down to the river’s edge and then follow it out to the lighthouse point, a low rise with steep cliffs dropping to the mouth of the river on one side, and partially vegetated sand dunes sloping to the ocean on the other.
For the next two hours we take our time, loving everything we see - the boat-filled mouth of the river, the ruined castle, cats everywhere, impressive cliffs, crashing waves. It’s all great, even on this grey day that threatens rain. We stay out until dusk, when the air turns misty and threatens rain and we quicken our pace back to the room.
At the end of the day we return to the river’s edge and enjoy a fine meal - vegetable soup, followed by grilled sea bass (One fish for two, our server asks? When we look uncertain, she walks off and returns with the largish fish she has in mind for us. Yes, that looks sufficient.), topped off with a delicious almond cake that seems like a less sweet version of baclava.
Wonderful to be at the coast again! We’ll be here for the next week, following it south and then east back to the Spanish border. Our plan is for short cycling days, with the afternoons spent wandering the shoreline.
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Ride stats today: 38 miles, 1,800’; for the tour: 1,276 miles, 68,100’
Today's ride: 38 miles (61 km)
Total: 1,278 miles (2,057 km)
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