The plan was to go all the way up to Louriça (the top of Serra Amarela - Yellow Mountain) - 1359 m.
However, slow going on the road and a bad start through thick vegetation made me go for a lower point.
Serra Amarela is partly within the Peneda-Gerês National Park and the beauty of this its wild landscape is apparent even here.
The walk starts at the Dam of Vilarinho das Furnas, named after the small village it submerged in 1972.
Once you hit the single track road (for the last dozen miles) you are high up and the scenery is really great.
In contrast with Scotland where the hilly dramatic landscape is generally accompanied with huge areas without human presence, in Gerês the human presence is everywhere with small villages speckled almost everywhere. No clearances there of course.
The village of Germil on the way to the trail. Notice the stratified plots of land, typical of small communities that must live out of this harsh environment.
I didn't expect to see any evidence of the village, as I thought it was completely submerged, however the is a good part of the village on the banks of the reservoir.
The village kept a old communal life and communal rule, very common in olden days which lived on into the first half of the 20th century in quite a few of the more isolated villages.
The photograph does not really make it justice, this view was far more dramatic as I came through the bend.
There is a rough gravel road to the right of the dam with a gate. After settlement in court, the descendants of the originals settlers guaranteed property of the the land of the old village. Hence the gate and sign. You are free to roam however.
The road follows the lagoon and goes only up to Vilarinho das Furnas.
This isn't an official trail, and I had forgotten to jot down the trail on the map I printed out. DOH!
I had spent a lot of time looking at it from Google Earth, so I had quite a good idea of where the lines should be.
However... I chose the wrong stream to start from at the trail head, and error of about ten metres, which took me eventually way off course.
This is an example of problems that looking at aerial photographs can lead too. Dried stream beds and animal tracks can seem like proper trail from above. It even fooled me on the ground.
I eventually realised that I would have to go through steep ground with abundant gorse if I was to reach the next clear way-point area, the saddle bellow. I eventually spotted the actual trail and got there.
At this point I did the math and realized I would be able to make the top and be back home at a reasonable time. I opted to go for the small top to the right, a huge craggy lump, rather than continuing with the trail on the left.
A view from the top.
Coming back to the village I found the trail actually crosses through its ruins. The light now was getting golden and in a way softening the roughness of the landscape.
Coming back to the car, and having made good time on the path from Vilarinho das Furnas, I couldn't resist going down to the bottom of the dam and up the other side. A hard slog I can tell you, and a great disregard for my knees.
It was splendid though, to be so near the jets of water out of the dam.
All in all it was a great walk, with a sense of isolation I haven't felt in a while. I intend to return and do a longer walk up to the top.


































