Breakfast at 02:30 with a pre-dawn start for the long walk up Turkey’s third highest mountain.
The group is now at its biggest as we have been joined by Wayne from Denver and Bob, who celebrated his 75th birthday earlier in the week and his 70th on Mount Ararat, is with us for the last time. As daylight creeps over the horizon it slowly reveals to the mountain and flocks of sheep and goats appear as if from nowhere.
We didn’t even rate as an inconvenience as the flock swept around us like an unstoppable tide and, I think for the first time, there were no dogs either leading or trailing the flock. Another flock followed another grassy shoulder up and around the lower reaches of Suphan Dagi as the early warm and very welcome sunlight washed over us.
There are four high points on the rocky plateau of which the lowest is the official summit (which we didn’t visit), two others are listed on different websites as the highest (visited both, just to be sure) and the fourth which is clearly the highest (if you have a hand level – which, of course, we did). The fourth also has a summit register, unlike the official highest summit – I don’t know either!