Our restless spirit makes us adventurous, always dreamed to visit those beautiful places that nature has to offer, always looking for exciting experiences, sometimes no matter how many miles we travel, or we must walk hours or as long as you do, or the difficulties we must overcome, none of this prevents us from being bold, and here we are, my partner and I Carmen loaded on an incredible adventure.
We went on Friday morning to spend the weekend in Plasencia from Andalucía Extremadura to the highways are very well and after stopping once the costs of the Media Fanega and another in the Crossing Blacksmith arrived in the city without any difficulty.
Abuelo Mayorga - City
Rincon de San Nicolas
Plasencia, a wonderful town in northern province Cáceres , located in the Central System riverside Jerte , has a beautiful town with a large and varied history monumental.
Church of Santo Domingo
Palacios de Mirabel
At night while we were walking with RVD. Bachelor D. José Blázquez Sendín , Canon of the Cathedral of Santa Maria de Plasencia , an important person in the city, Director of the Cathedral Museum and head of Arts, author of books like: Myths and Legends of South Camino de Santiago, Via de la Plata, Las Hurdes and La Alberca, etc. The last published was The Cathedrals of Plasencia.
Quite naturally began to talk about the rivalry that existed in the S. XV between the noble families of the city, there were two camps, those of San Benito and San Tome , at that time hated death. We
gracefully recounted that Ms. María Rodríguez de Monroy known com "María la Brava " belonged to the side of Santo Tomé, constant struggles terrorized the people , families Solís, Maldonado, Manzano and Monroy, among others, interfered in a path of endless struggles, all because of having been committed to the absolute hegemony, paralyzing the city for several years, things got worse when one of two children fighting Doña María's brothers were killed by Apple, to find out what happened, it pursued the murderers to reach Portugal, where he sent and beheaded run, taking revenge returned home with their heads, which he placed on the graves of children buried in the Church Sao Tome , this generated more violence and fighting, so that the clashes lasted for 40 years.
As it was getting late politely interrupt the Don Sendín , with the certainty of encontrárnoslo on another occasion, he is someone who inspires you and talk confiansa it leaves the itch to continue listening, we will one day be able to visit the Cathedral heights , shortly after we entered we entered the complex Cultural de Santa María , pupils made sculptures for Blind Museum.
The Mountain Placentino Group had organized for the Twenty-sixth Sunday 14 cruise Carlos Road V , which supposedly covers 24 km. between Tornavacas and the Vera Jarandilla, recalling the route taken by the Emperor the November 12, 1556, when he was taken by porters to the Monastery of Yuste , this is the distance that you mark on the wallet give you the beginning of the activity, but are actually 28 km. as evidenced by our pedometers and GPS, while it was time to make such a journey enjoy the historic city, its people and their customs.
On Saturday morning we made the village of Camino de las Huertas , a footpath along the river, started in the Park Island to reach the Jerte Dam, a short walk of about 10 km. approx.
accessed the passing lane New Bridge and continue upstream, the morning was gray, but the temperature was ideal for walking, enjoy the lush riparian vegetation, through alders, poplars and ash trees we take height, small waterfalls we did occasionally get out of the itinerary.
Soon after starting we noticed the white foam coming down the river, we wondered whether this would be contaminated, then the guard makes it clear that the dam is due to a species of algae that grows on the bottom and is taking over the Jerte river, thus causing the formation of a sort of cream floating hope that soon the Department of the Environment and the Tagus River Basin take action on the matter, because we understand that the problem comes from years ago we are sorry to hear that the fauna and flora of this beautiful place someday disappear, or that the 45,000 inhabitants of the area are in danger, because the reservoir supplies Plasencia .
In the afternoon we went down to Old Town, visiting the historic city, do not forget if you have a chance to go through the Convent of the Incarnation make sweets that taste of holy glory, a tiny and charming nun attends us, Carmen asked, "Sister you advise us that we get on, because we're from here and what's not was damaged on the trip "very saucy Sister says" but me everything there, pointing to the exhibitor "We laugh at cute, very gently prepared us little boxes with delicious foods.
Convento de la Encarnación
Sunday morning rain is presented, predictions were for a 95% water, we went to 7:00 am from Plasencia Tornavacas address, the buses were leaving the participants at the village entrance, a heavy rain kept the civil guard alert.
Once our group got back together, ie the Carrasco Family together with friends and friends who started the day we accompanied him, a sign indicates the way to go, soon the young people we take the lead, stayed behind so young enjoying the living nature.
we got out to Jerte Valley, the places where shows after the fall colors, walking paths between mud and carpet lined with chestnut and oak leaves, the sound of water we accompanied at all times, this first installment, flat and comfortable are full of talk and good humor.
are moving for a while following the river Jerte down the throat of the Serra , after passing a gate continue down the slope, across the Reboldo , from time to when occasional ravine or creek, as we watched the town of Jerte to our right at the bottom of the valley.
continue to Collado of the slabs , spent the first control point where the less physically fit had to leave, the participant group was reduced enough, I have understood that some 600 people began the journey, people of different ages, from children to seniors The lack of experience coupled with the limited kit and weather conditions took their toll on some members of the group, after cutting and under heavy rain we crossed the Puente de San Martín .
We left behind Throat of Hell and the Three Gorges Hills, continue along a path through bracken beautiful, soon enjoyed the beautiful views of the Sierra de Tormantos offered us, climbed by Lomas del Cerro de la encenillo then down a flight of tiled area with huge stone, shortly after we were in the Medieval Bridge, rebuilt a few years ago, is a must for descasar, but the heavy rain did not allow us to do so, the spectacle of the waterfalls fell from the mountain tops down or the sound and turbulence of the rapids of the Gorge Mares made us indescribable moments live an unforgettable experience, I can not explain the perception of the sensations experienced, being in full wilderness listening to sound of mother earth was wonderful.
Returning to the path we had to climb, we found a zigzag ascent became the longest steepest we had to overcome, some we had easy dosing tomárnosla our forces, but not hassle-coated as the way we performed it within our means.
Some of the sources found on the road remained dry, did not understand the rain that was falling, only Source Peñalozana kept the stream, we reached the small plateau known Escalerona The so called because the formations rock exists there, the group seized the moment to eat something, but the cold made us abandon some in the stall and we were soaked to the skin, preferring to walk to keep body heat.
imitating Mary Poppins Julie Andrews
And truthful is that Carmen in that moment was eating a sandwich of white bread with tomato and ham, or rather what was left of him, making friends with hunger.
we reached the pit carved up by admiring the river, our suffocating silences us, we climbed the hillside near where a beautiful deer galloping swiftly crossed our right side, some are not even noticed, but we saw alucinábamos, trotting down the hill, the deer roaring piqued our curiosity, in a moment we saw him disappear.
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From lush forest to shrubland, we were crossing the Throat plateau of mares surrounding the Risco de Peña Lozano accessing the area of \u200b\u200bMorels , we got to the second control on the stove Gorge, and for some time that our group had dissolved, this time my friend Carmen and I were alone, the judges joked breath control us, because they knew in advance that we took the wineskin bleeding that partners Mountaineering Club brought along the way, these were disguised as time competing at the same time for contest.
After crossing the wooden bridge recently constructed wetlands continue to rise by paths leads to the roof of the itinerary, Puerto de las Yeguas , long time ago that the sun warmed our bones sticking out and, after conquering the highest point 1,479 m. Travel take this opportunity to rest 15 meters, was put on dry clothes and return to reality, we had not had a chance to stop for the path of ascent, so we were exhausted.
Boys Mountaineering Club
our stomachs and warm our bodies under the wonderful sun, remember the words of the King " not again crossing another port than the death " poor porters tornavaqueños, the credit must have been for them, and if I caught the weather just like us, as I said, they just asked the king after completing the feat, a cask of wine, they were humble convicted.
After the short break we played down, if strong was the increase , you can imagine the descent, we entered the district of Vera Tiétar Valley, a winding stone path added to thick vegetation bush we made slow progress, for some time that Carmen resenting the twin came, so we slow down with caution.
descended the zigzags through the Gorge Yedrón, a pair Girl resting with his feet stuck in the river water, were pretty bad, we were practically in the last group, we continue skirting the mountain, the majestic flight of vultures accompanied us moments later, the moon had long since we watched, a beautiful rainbow surprised us in the warm evening, with sincerity that time, the live intensely win no matter what the goal.
Nueva Aldea de la Vera
We got to the third control, common sense advice to my friend Carmen it was time to leave and the rest of the way it did in Land Rover with the boys of Red Cross , the rest of the group still us was 45 m. descent to the village.
Following the instructions of the judges continue downhill, soon it was dark, do not understand how the organization of the event allows latecomers or rather the last participants platform through the woods in the dark, we should think of another solution.
Anyway there I was with a group of ten people, including injured coming two-three offspring, with my little flashlight going to stumble along, the total darkness together with the lack of land which made me suspicious of his feet, looking for signs of the way forward to keep on track, we reached the road Gihon Village Santa Barbara News of Vera, there was no direction indicated, thanks to the participants who told us we had to get about 100 m. to find again the path.
Now we had to walk down a paved road to Palos Bridge, through which runs the Throat Jaranda , complete darkness and not allow us to enjoy the place, our walk relantizaba only heard the Torrenti the river, looking for signs again because this section is easy to get lost we found the fence of Camp , shortly after we heard the whistle of policeman, came to meet us.
got to the last control, the bus waiting for us at the cutting edge of the road, my poor fellow was long and was thinking about what would have happened, but the only way to reach a successful conclusion is to be calm in adversity, we all safe and sound, with the exception of the injured, poor girls, endured to the end, are a champion.
finished the test, nearly eleven hours of hiking, 16 km. rising to 12 km. down, exceeding a total drop of 1,911 m., 952 m. upstream and 959 m. down, a pass, my friends, we could not enjoy the chocolate with churros that the Friends of the Vera offered each year in the pensioner's home Jarandilla , our tour ended at the edge of the road, the bus left us on earth, through Jesus he insisted the driver in hope, do not understand why, as the organization notifies you of the departure time of such vehicles but does not tell you the last to leave, other errors by the Club, if you pay a registration they should be responsible for all participants, without excluding the laggards.
Those who ate churros
An adventure you will never forget and repeat several times by these Extremadura, I have to thank the Carrasco Family for their welcome and hospitality, to the guys for waiting for us in the Vera Jarandilla to Manuel Jesus for being so nice and considerate, caring for us, the girls for being the champions, thanks to new friends.
Ah! Organization gave us no reward, but Mr. Jesus Monroy Sigler itself gave us with our respective certificates.
may cry, you may laugh,
may not win, perhaps lost,
but we were happy, loving the experience.
VOLVO!
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