He played early, he had to travel by car to the Swamp of Bowling. Point arrived, prepare mounts, some light stretching and start the route. It was a little cold.
We passed the bridge over the Arroyo Guazalamanco and started the descent into the Horseshoe closed. Reservoir Cola Bowling, ascend the Cañada del Mesto, landscape, and the irregular slope of the ascent we completely removed the cold.
continue the path, rather sidewalk, this time there is mud, the last time we had and if you suffer a lot, this time is more smooth. We passed by the estates of Pontal de Ana María, Raso del Peral and Cortijo del Poyo we leave the doors of the Ford of the carts. Right Tranco spectacular views of Juan Domingo and Trivaldo Poyo, on the left, like, closed the Gualay Canaliega and screws.
The Ford of the carts, Guadalentín river course, each one crosses their way, the first bareback feet into the water, the latter on a "bridge" was laugh just by looking, the last on sticks placed on the runway. All green and calm, perfect balance of nature. Some are surprised by "the conguitos on the ground."
climb for the Birth to Seven Springs to the main forest track. We spent the San Juan Nava, Nava del Espino and descend to Linarejos, left the Bureau Poyos seen from its privileged position as we are passing one by one. Supplies in Linarejos moment of relaxation and laughter (thank goodness the kiosk-bar was closed). We Vadillo
Castril asphalt road and go up to the Bridge to our right Herrerías watching the magnificent Guadalquivir and the camp that stands between the river and road. The Blacksmith Bridge we turn to continue the path where we came (it was scheduled).
Long
rise to choke us to more than one, you have to lose those kilos, the benches of the Bureau, right now, laugh at us.
We arrived at the San Pedro Nava, the "terciacos" out of the bar between the friendliness of the waiters, delicious snacks, more laughter, jokes, comments about what happened so far on the road.
resumed our march, photos and more photos, "photocall" as someone said sarcastically. At the first intersection, forgetfulness plasma, scatter a few mates up the road, some way down, chain of events, confusion, poor instructions everything is in a fright, but we lose nearly two hours of tense waiting.
again crossed the Ford of the carts and restart an impressive return by the Cañada del Mesto, enjoying the scenery, bicycle and friendship, looking back astonished the spectacular scenery we had passed hours earlier. This route has deepened.
Thanks to the photographers of the route, here are links to all photos:
Angel Toral: Toyota
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Angel Romero, Raúl
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