Grumpy old mountain man living in Spain
A chain across the dirt track halted our walking plan for the day. Instead we had to look for an alternative. As in many cases like this, the alternative turned out to be superb! The peak of Boca de la Pesca, located in the Cumbres Verdes just 15 minutes from Granada.
At 5:30 this morning I dragged my weary ass out of bed, out into the morning cold and drove up precipitous mountain dirt tracks in the dark
Nice walk with the Nomads today after a couple of weeks away battling Covid. A pleasant circular walk of 12km with 400m ascent. Full Screen Images
The great thing about living in the foothills of the mountains is that you can take last minute advantage of snow conditions.
Email to two old friends catching up on recent events Good to hear that you are thinking about hills again Laurie. Maybe they are small ones, but nevertheless, being able to get about again must be so...
In response to the Electricity Companies doubling their prices we have gone solar. Sod em!
Photos from the trip into the Sierra Mágina over the last couple of days. A lovely, compact and interesting mountain range largely overlooked by foreigners. We saw only 1 other hiker in 2 days of wandering here.
I've never been one for spending my weekend cleaning cars, preferring the mountains to that thankless chore. After nearly 20 years in Spain my car cleaning was both seasonal and eco friendly ie when it rained.
The Cumbres Verdes range south of Granada is very accessible. Most people head for the deserved reigning peak of the range, the spectacular, Trevenque. However there is a really nice hike just as accessible. This is round the Cerro Huenes group.
First time at mid altitude for a while and my first venture this winter into the winter snows. We've had a poor winter so far so the recent heavy snowfalls have been most welcomed. Poor visibility meant we opted for the Barranco de San Juan valley as our snowshoeing route for the day.
After nearly two months having a pacemaker implant and then recovering from it, I was finally able to get out with the walking group again. We chose Pico Lopera, a modest peak in the north of the Sierra de Almijara.
Got out of hospital last night at long last. Was in there 4 nights in total. Every thing is good and I have a €20,000 device, half the size of a mobile phone stuck under my left collar bone. Good job I was insured.
Our route to the Refugio Poqueira started at the Hoya del Portillo and ascended through the pine forests to the viewpoint of Puerto Molina. Snow capped peaks surrounded us.
The story behind receiving my very first dodgy Christmas Jumper at the ripe old age of 66!
For many years I have gazed south to the rather uninspiring lump of the Sierra de Lujar. This small mountain range nearly 2000m high has never inspired me to walk it's seemingly boring wooded hillsides. A day with the Nomads Walking Group there has changed my opinion
I climbed my first hill in 1963, the year that President Kennedy was shot and when I was just eight years old. My Dad was an accountant and had a job doing the books of a pub in Appleby in Cumbria. On a day off he drove me to the village of Dufton and we set off up Dufton Pike
Blizzards, snowdrifts, gales, frostbite, snow blindness, buried tents, floods, hardship, cold, sleepless nights. It must be summer then in deepest Patagonia.
Blizzards, snowdrifts, gales, frostbite, snow blindness, buried tents, floods, hardship, cold, sleepless nights. It must be summer then in deepest Patagonia.
Well, that day was different. A first visit for me to the Via Ferrata paradise that is found at John Hogbin, Zafarraya. Lots of steep ladders (some decidedly more wobbly than others), Tyrolean Traverses, rungs, zip wires and cable bridges to negotiate. All good, clean and exposed fun in the sun!
As we ascended towards our goal at Cortijo Hornillo other mountains came into view, Mulhacen, Puntal de la Caldera and Veta Grande. The white mountains towered over us, ice glinting from their vertical slopes, as we reached the buildings at Cortijo Hornillo