It’s taken me about five years to wrap my head around the landscapes of the Western Argolid. It feel like one of those crazy Möbius strips where space bends back onto itself and opposite points end up being on the same plane.
Part of the challenge is that I’ve spent so much time looking down or wending my way through hillside maquis that I overlooked the larger topography of the region. Fortunately, this summer, I’ve spent a good bit of time looking at maps, analyzing viewsheds, and then ground truthing them in the field. Not only has that helped me make better sense of the landscape, but it has also given me a greater appreciation for where I’ve worked for the last five years.