Selcuk
is somewhat of a magical and even an ideal locale. It’s nestled serenely in amongst peach orchards, orange
groves, ancient ruins, and semi-arid but spectacular mountains covered with
olive trees. Today, we explored
these mountains. We took a nearby
street straight up from the Shepherd’s House and ambled toward the mountains as
the street narrowed and sloped increasingly upwards, even becoming stairs at
one point before we reached the base of the hills. We first passed actual
shepherds and a few tractors rolling bumpily down designated tractor paths and
waved timidly before carrying on and upwards where white photo-snapping
tourists rarely ever go. It was
such a beautiful hike. We mainly
stuck to the narrow tractor paths but also ventured off occasionally to blaze
trails of our own. Either way, it
didn’t matter. The mountains were
ours and ours alone, and it was beautiful! What a perfect time of year to be in Turkey!
Sparse shrubs and olive trees
galore garnished the Spring-sprouting green hillsides that erupted vibrantly
here and there with thick patches of colorful wildflowers. At one point we came across a white
horse tied to an olive tree grazing on outstandingly white daisies that
surrounded it like a sea and blended the horse with its background. It was truly enchanting. Leah picked some flowers and approached
it as close as she could and I stood back and took some pictures. The whole scene was like something out
of a fairy tale. We also saw
another tortoise tramping through the tall grass and this time I picked it up
and Leah took the picture. It’s
skin felt so unique and its shell was so intricately and phenomenally designed
– they’re such amazing creatures.
And their Creator is such an amazing God.
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