For various reasons, Jaén is a city \u200b\u200bdear to me, charming and very "my other home, I really wanted to do a tour of some of its mountains, which has many very beautiful: Cazorla, Sierra Morena, Sierra Mágina ... know them a bit and I love (the province of Jaén is about nature is concerned, spectacular).
This time, I must admit that the day had been round to come I'm missing a friend who I expected, but what can you do ...! (You know I hope to see you next time we go there, right?). Today we have a group of about 25 people, including two guests, Lindsay and Luis, who ..... well not have been too good at the end.
We started our trip in the beautiful reservoir Quiebrajano, which incidentally had been years since it was so full of water supplies water to Jaén capital, and this morning was desembalsando and all, a joy.
The trail was in good condition at the beginning, but as we ascend, we have encountered deteriorating. Soon we discovered why: it is not only frequented by hikers. (And boy, that seemed equipped the "Death Squad" at least). At least they were very polite and they have stopped crossing with bikes and greeted very friendly.
Everyone's entitled to enjoy these places, of course, but is expressly prohibited motor vehicles motorcycles and quads type passing through the trails, because the wreck, and we know that after the maintenance and signaling sidewalks ... it is not always the best.
These pots (I mean, vehicles), in addition to pollute and contaminate the sound-field where they go (I do not know which is worse), are swept away tacos wheel paths, open "shortcuts" new more just eroding the area and make the sidewalk in a kind of groove rock and loose soil that is very difficult to walk up or down, and when it rains is a runoff that leaves the mountain streaked "scratches "disfigured, impassable and sad.
forest tracks and roads are for them no sidewalks and trails.
the Pandera (1870 m), our today's summit, the dense forest of pines, oaks and oaks gives way to grasslands within a few days will be filled with flowers, although we have seen some daffodils and wild violets along the way ... even feral box (and I believe that specific plant gardens ...). There, in front of us, waiting. It is a beautiful mountain ... And we have not found any fence ...!
The last slope to the summit are somewhat Durillo so steep and rocky, and some have been really bad, as Lindsay, a fellow guest, and who wanted to climb to the top with the group but has been advised of the hardness of the road. Some partners have not reached to the top (we have waited on a hill below) and this would have done it. To us, although accustomed to such exercises, at times we found it hard without a trail that rise just full of loose stones ...
Here she is trying to reach before falling faint ... not bring the right shoes or proper clothing and the right attitude. Often walking is not only a matter of legs and lungs, but also an awareness and psychological well-disposed to the hardness of the road you have front, and that is as important as physical fitness.
We've all had a hard time seeing her pale and reach the summit ... its veneer finally reaching the trig point says it all, poor thing.
The summit of the poor Pandera is disfigured with a large telecommunications antenna (in short, is the price we pay for progress, I guess) and horrendous construction was a U.S. military base, as Lindsay, who is from Kansas and a lovely girl ... but it will not return to practice hiking, I suspect -) and is now obsolete. A pity that such a monstrosity dismantled architectural contrast with the landscape makes the hair stand on end.
The cuts were on the other lane ... even more shattered by the bikes that morning we rise. Some sections were directly impractical and a good way to look for a sprained ankle or even a good fall ... but the spectacular scenery of cliffs, caves and ravines have helped some to forget the disaster of path tatters. Incidentally, this area has rock paintings, but I did not have time to entertain in look.
And best near the end, the ruins of Castle Otíñar brochecillo have put their gold a day. Most colleagues had visited before, or had no desire to deviate from the way back for a closer look ... six of us, we had not yet had enough, we've even gone to the ruins of the tower main balancing on a broken pillar to see the top ... worth it restored; is very small and very nice. That tower you see and where we started to climb is about 20 m in height! Not bad for a castle as kid.
The route has finished in the joy of always having visited and enjoyed a beautiful place and the concern to see that our two guests have gone wrong : Luis has practically limping, and Lindsay on the brink of exhaustion, and not a say. Colleagues who were with them have come to take her in his arms raised, because it also has a hip injury, from which he had not said anything, and that might have caused a major problem ...... I think this Image the bus waiting to take us back to Granada, they had to seem a little vision of Nirvana.
All has ended well, finally, how could it be otherwise: the return trip, with half a group as small children sleeping in their seats ... and Lindsay with ibuprofen in the body and ghastly pale, but full, quiet and always smiling, the sky as a child.
Here is the map of the route, about 17 km in distance, but more than 1000 m of vertical ascent and descent, and the profile with the highlights of the day.
photographers today were Angus, Concha, Manolo (who is also the architect of the plan and profile of the route), Padi, Antonio and Pepe Montenegro. Stunning, as always.
By the way, here you have some in full fatigues ....¡ what would this blog without all of them!
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