Around 6 am the rooftop began to ping with raindrops, which quickly became a thunderous downpour. We used the morning to work on wedding photos and by noon the rain had finally let up. We were on our way to Zonza via a main road, however, the GPS once again screwed us by trying to take us up the back roads. We had managed to navigate through the small roads and hairpin turns, but when the GPS said, “In 500 meters make a left on the dirt road,” we were screwed. Somehow, Matt was able to safely back up the camper down this narrow road with precarious drop offs to a safe spot.
After backtracking a bit, we found the main road, which took us high into the mountains. It was a lot like driving into Yosemite. We were now driving through thick forests of pine trees in the fog and cold air. Up and up the little camper went until finally we reached the hill town of Zonza with the Aiguilles de Bavella hidden in mist behind the town The Aiguilles are similar to the Pinnacles with their jagged spires. Locals compare them to shark teeth slicing into the sky. Zonza is the tiny village scene on postcards with the soaring Aiguilles behind it. The only thing is that to see Zonza that way, you need to be in the village WAAAAAAY across the valley.
With a break in the rain, we were able to walk around the village and explore some nooks and crannies. I was more interested in all the building doors than anything else. We found a campsite a few kilometers outside of town. We knew it was perfect when two tiny kittens greeted us. The campsite is nice and basically vacant. The kittens were treated to milk and we were instantly their best friends.
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