Turga Gorge

In our new rental car, Ron and I headed south to the Turga Gorge. What a fantastic adventure this was! We were using a GPS for the first time (thank you, Lis) and it was a real life-saver in this part of the country. The gorge was an easy walk along rushing water, but the immense cliffs along side of us are a popular climbing wall (nothing like the one in gym class) and we got to watch a lone climber making his/her way down the wall. I'm still not sure why anyone does this, but it is amazing to watch!

On the way home we watched a black cloud coming our way; and suddenly we were in the center of a tremendous torrent of rain. For a short while it even forced Ron to pull over to the side. We drove through it for quite a while (seemed like an age to me), until suddenly the blue skies reappeared and the rain stopped. It seems that Europe has been experiencing these torrential storms for weeks, with fatalities and great losses. We have been blessed to have as much sun as we have had.

Tomorrow we head north of Cluj, toward the small villages of Bontida, Sic, Gherla, and Dej. It was somewhere in this area that my great-grandfather's family lived, Eugene Lazar de Purceret, and I have longed to just walk where my mother may have walked as a young woman. This entire trip is in honor of her and the goodness she brought to her children and grandchildren.