The day was dull and the horizon was an unclear blur. What I thought was an evening mist was actually a dust cloud blown all the way from the Sahara. Not good for far-off photos.
The old fire road goes round the back of the island through the pine forest. Last winter the young pines which had sprouted along the sides of the road were reaching out into the middle and on the tight narrow corners visibility was dangerously limited. The forest service would not give permission to trim the pines but the council seems to have got around the ban and with the removal of the young trees the road seems twice as wide.