The routing of today's walk is, I suspect, driven by administrative necessity. Having established northern variant to the GR7 it somehow has to be joined back up with main route and, and because in Spain everything is done at a regional level, in Andalucia. The simplest way to do this is to send the route down the road and, apart from the first six kilometres, this is exactly what's been done. The road walk was 34 kilometres, making the total distance somewhere near 40. I don't think whoever put the line on the map actually expected anyone to walk it, there are no signs or markings. All this seems a shame as the walking potentially looks great and a bit of effort could have produced a good route.
Anyway having had a great breakfast things started to go wrong. I had devised a GPS route from dodgy maps and the Guide (no-one having published a route for this stretch) and it was just not quite right. The Guide was confusing so it took me an hour to do the first 2 kilometres. If only it had said, "make for the mint condition white Renault 4 stuck on top of the hill", I would have got there in no time. Must be at least 30 years old, not a spot of rust on it and if your interested it's not going anywhere.
The highlight of the whole walk was the Cortijo de las Cuevas, an abandoned village of houses built into the cliff on one side of a stunning little gorge. One house might have been occupied judging by the two blue stripped deck chairs outside it but it's hard to be certain. Busy taking pictures of this amazing place when behind me I became aware, at very close proximity, of the rarest of things, a Spanish dog not barking. He wanted to abandon the village as well and come with me. Following at a distance of about 10 feet he was soon joined by his best mates, two pigs with a very distinct appearance.
|Cortijo de las Cuevas|
|A nice non barking dog|
Actually the pigs gave up after a few minutes but a dog is a friend for life and he was coming. Even when I declined to wade across the raging Rio Zumeta, as recommended by the Guide, and instead climbed up steeply along the side of the gorge to get to the road he followed. Eventually I had to explain that I lived in a flat and that he wouldn't be happy in central London and amazingly not only was this a none barking Spanish dog, he understood English. I felt really bad when he turned and left.
After that I hit the road looking for short cuts and off-road options whenever I could. The best one came about 4 kilometres after a very flash looking but empty Hotel. Following a trail marked on my map, possibly the old road, I went on a 5 kilometre detour before joining the road again. It was a really nice walk, much higher than the road and with great views. I also managed to find a shorter 2 kilometres detour a little bit further on and these variations seem to prove that a better route could be found.
|Typical endless stretch of road|
Of course the third effort ended in near disaster when I found the gently slopping, wooded and sandy stretch I was crossing actually had deep ravines in it that were incredibly difficult to cross.
Eventually Puebla de Don Fadrique became visible, still some way of, and then on the west a perfectly shaped snow covered mountain, a mini Kilomanjaro, came into view. I might have seen this in the distance yesterday and I'm still trying to work out which one it is. It's a poor picture the sun was in the wrong place but maybe it's enough for Juan to identify it.
|Cerro del Calar|
Anyway, arrived after 9 hours of virtually non-stop walking and after a couple of beers and a bath the feet feel fine.
John, as I told you, that mountain is Peña Sagra. The GR7 comes from Huescar and passes by its foot on the east and finishes in La Puebla now with the Variant from the Cazorla stage.ReplyDelete
Now on you will find it easyest to follow the trail as it is better waymarked.
John, you are supposed to be filling out your census form today. PennyReplyDelete
Hi Penny, nice to hear from you, not sure what my status is, gone missing, AWOL, left no forwarding address.ReplyDelete
You exist no more. the census form asks if you are resident or visitor and right now you are neither. not sure what i am come to that; not a permanent resident as only here weekends but seems odd to define yourself as visitor in your own flat.ReplyDelete
Ooh Ta! I had forgotten about that census thing... Dashes off to look for it in the pile of "junk" mail...ReplyDelete
I joined reading your blog yesterday,courtesy of Hannah who was having lunch with us. Assume you have no internet connection. Am looking forward to your next entries, sitting in my front room in London with a glass of wine.ReplyDelete
Hi Friddy. Very pleased to hear that Hannah is being fed. You will be pleased to note that although I'm now trying to maintain super athletic levels of fitness I also manage to get the odd glass or two of vino tintoReplyDelete
Of course the dog understood your extremely friendly English as extremely friendly. But how could you convince him/her that you would reach London in one day so that s/he might rather go back? MennoReplyDelete
Perhaps a little late for yourself John, however, thought I'd add that there is some great alternatives for this stage just after the abandoned village. There is a canyon with an old sheep's trail for 15km, it does involve plenty of climbing rocks and boulders, but far better than the road walk. I wouldn't recommend it if there has been heavy rainfall, too dangerous, especially with a 15kg plus rucksack.ReplyDelete
There is also a dirt track through a pine forest which was great and easy going, despite being caught out in a thunderstorm. Ended up only being 30km Total.
Thought I'd add this as I've enjoyed your blog which gave me the idea to try the E4, might be useful for anyone doing the same.
Thanks for that, looks like a great option. How far are you walking on the E4, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.Delete