Monte Biocovo

“The cliffs of Biokovo were long dreaded by honest mariners, for all through the middle ages they were a favorite haunt of pirates. But what a superb front they turn to the sea! Ashen mountains tower to the very heavens. On their summits, as on Jove’s brow, thunder-clouds threaten and fleck the cliffs with mottled shadows. 

Half-way up the stern flanks olive-trees cling; little villages with whitewashed roofs sleep in the midst of russet vineyards. Bright green files of poplars and groups of young pines shine fresh among their grayer neighbors. We can trace a road no wider than a pin-scratch climbing in sharp zig-zags up and up the jagged mountain-side - up to its very summit, and can see the peasants toiling high among goat-pastures” (p. 92).