completely snowed peak background is Lobo Peak, the highest mountain massif de Ayllon, and interestingly, of all Castile-La Mancha. Bocígano can guess which is isolated in the days of snowfall, since it is end of road
As some of you know, I like cycling but while I dream of making a long journey on two wheels and with the house on his back, I've never gone from the day trip.
has always fascinated me the area of \u200b\u200barchitecture called Black or Black Peoples, so-called craft being built of slate, is deserted and forgotten the Macizo de Ayllón, and thus follow.
all started a few years ago, when my parents told me about abandoned villages on the slopes near the Vado Reservoir. Edu and I, at that time with all the free time in the world, we went there one day in February day, I remember perfectly. To spare no, climbed into his car, he would not even a month, and to continue sparing no, we were up by a forest track. The snow came, gasoline and coverage disappearing added excitement to the day, but in the end nothing happened. We are left with the image of an abandoned village, La Vereda, with the same houses and walls around 1950, when it was expropriated for the construction of the dam that formed the reservoir. I was also with roads that wind along the cliffs and isolated indigenous peoples around the Sierra de la Puebla on one side and the gorge of the Jarama and the reservoir to another.
Atazar Reservoir, with the town and the mountains of Puebla in the background.
This year I made a couple of excursions in the mountain region led by Antonio, in love with the area. And also toured with Paco around the Atazar, testing the Clio Williams by the lonely mountain roads. In all these days always looked out and saw the vast expanse of mountains and gray stone everywhere, and some other people in the middle of nowhere, I find that I have wanted to learn more.
The geodesic vertex Peña Cabeza de Viejo in the foothills massif.
Al mess, which reached the bridge of San Jose and did not plan on the fly so I thought I would just go with the bike to see those people.
On Tuesday 17 afternoon I went to Madrid and I bought a map of "Sierra de Ayllón and Ocejón" in the Green Store, and a carrier Delicias cycles and some Ortlieb panniers, saddlebags the Rolex according to experts in the cycling, and attest that they are, if exceeded this trip as will exceed any later.
The bike in a place between Retiendas and Tamajón.
I left
mounting the bike, of course, for the night before, so I got the Sabina cleaning and oiling the chain, changing the covers, putting the carrier and the saddle, and putting the back (who later lost, including one thing and another going 3 odometer in two years, may be a signal that tells me is not necessary to control the time, displacement and speed).
Pepe's Day (is the the People?) Was ready to go with the bike and the "baggage" prepared. By asking the expert traveler thought it would be rather a prologue to see how I handled the bike and broke something I prepared extemporaneously. So I went to a gas station to inflate the wheels and make pasta (no teeth, I would say Jotto). Carry bags (6.5 kilos each, the weight intentionally distributed) implies that the curves have to make them soft, on the slopes seems to throw you back and cost you more, and if you feel like pedaling without support the ass in the saddle sprint plan for the bike wobble is considerable.
My father went by car to Retiendas, beginning of the route map by chance. It is a small hill town and friendly, even more sympathetic by blue skies and immaculate did that day. The good weather that accompanied all the bridge made it all had the best of their faces. I started going to
Tamajón a road, I remember he was happy and calm, but when the bike began to rattle thought it might be better to go by road. At first I was continually looking at the detailed map, but eventually you relax. This road, called the Forgotten, is on a leafy oak trees, parallel to a creek, and when I came across a deer this trip I knew I was going to like. I ran into any traveler to reach Tamajón, noble people, with a touch unexpectedly majestic, with a taste that leaves the relevance of centuries ago. At the end of the road unfolds Tamajón to get Majaelrayo leaving the Ocejón right and to get Valverde de los Arroyos Ocejón leaving the left. Just after the crossing, always between oak and brambles, is the Enchanted City of Tamajón, who named it was somewhat presumptuous, as it has little to do with the Basin. Where they end the random rock formations appear Enebrales Ermitage and a nice picnic.
Painted next to the chapel. Hours later would agree with the author to see what was going on in Valverde de los Arroyos.
There I met a group of Poles, it seems very Catholic, who told me they were pilgrimage to the holy places in Spain, so I was surprised that around here. Followed by another road, flanked by beautiful juniper and oak trees, leads to Almiruete. Near the road there are some impressive caves and chasms (Sima fliper II, TA-12 pit, Monkey Cave, Cave) What I did not dare to look, as not being marked feared lost in the forest and turning on same place as in the movies, and appeared just shoot me an Indian and boring the last of my water bottles.
Palancares Church, around which gather the few houses in the village.
In Almiruete and took the road to Valverde, and he saw no clear path. Here began the good, subidita after subidita, and so Palancares, a small town that does curve, and initially of little interest were it not that source was. But once there, a few posters were to talk to the old place (I love this phrase, the old location) in a place that makes bar, meeting center, etc. This pueblín got to be the only town in the area remained completely restocking their term without pine and now struggle to prevent construction of a dam in the waters of Sorbe. For this achievement, several young people and environmentalists have been Guadalajara the award of a penalty, and that the State knows how to be generous to the deserving.
clear message from Palancares.
eaten, drunk and rested in Palancares followed up the road to finally reach the 1254 m altitude of Valverde de los Arroyos. Luckily, the hostel where he was to sleep was the beginning of the town because after 34 km of climb was already speaking out, quite follao.
SOCCER PLAYERS Field natural grass, where families enjoyed it.
The people were to the brim, and it is the classical people guides of black people, along with Majaelrayo.
Ocejón Views from Valverde de los Arroyos.
What I say will sound uncompromising but I'll explain: Valverde de los Arroyos is to hiking what reggaeton music. Easy as pie. The road leading into town is well paved and have built a large car park entrance (shining plates of cars from a distance), and there is barely twenty minutes from the car to the falls, so anyone can go.
example of local architecture. More naturally present in the western side of the Sierra del Ocejón, in the villages of El Espinar, Roblelacasa, Campillo de Ranas, Majaelrayo, etc.
This means that prices are not lost village, as you found my kidneys to pay the hostel (although I must say that the hostel is worth it, with superb views over the Ocejón, and is built respecting the architectural of the area and put a hearty breakfast.'s the best small hotel in mountain can to go with the bride, so it will: Hostel Valverde). I feel good that it's a trip you can do either, and well, why do not all have to climb Annapurna. But aside from the price increase mass makes things like the way to the beautiful waterfalls Despeñalagua is full of cigarette butts, fruit peels, stray dogs, people shouting and that the people had more cars than houses and people.
The Valdelagua frills.
Once rested at the hostel, I kept the bike and I went to see the famous waterfalls. As the end of winter down filled, and numerous streams descending from the slopes of Ocejón.
beautifully blue the sky accompanied me throughout the tour.
I went back to the hostel and when night fell, I returned to town for dinner when the tourists are gone and the inn was just common people. I loved the solitude and deep darkness in the town's streets at 9 pm, with millions of small lamps in the clear sky.
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