29 September 2013 Gúejar Sierra



The original plan this week was to go on our big walk to the refugio Elorrieta, this is at over 3000 metres and it is at the head of the Lanjaron valley, with access from veleta. By the middle of the week the weather forecast was predicting cloud so a backup plan was made, with a walk from El Dornajor visitor centre at 1600 metres. Sunday morning was very cloudy and there was lot of speculation when we met in Cozvijar as to whether or not El Dornajor would be in the cloud.
Cloud was the least of our problems by the time we arrived there, it was cold and pouring down. My idea of what is light drizzle late in the day is obviously different from the man who wrote the weather forecast.
Our group now consisted of thirteen people, twelve of of them were looking at me and thinking they could have stayed in bed. I needed to pull a rabbit out of the hat and pretty quickly if I was to retain any credibility within the group.
There was no chance of walking from here, the only way to save my reputation was to go down into Gúejar Sierra. A new footpath had been opened on Saturday along the route of the old tramway. It is amongst the trees and in and out of tunnels down by the river and, best of all, it passes numerous bars and restaurants, so plenty of places to seek shelter. This was an immediate winner, especially with Graham and Conchi, who immediately started planning what they were going to eat. Goodness knows how many cafes they visited when they were in London together.   
The start of the walk is at the head of the pantarno, of course you can’t see the footpath sign, that is 100 metres down the track. It was still raining but the temperature was a lot better down here. So we set off to walk the 2 km to the bar at Maitena, much to the consternation of Graham and Conchi who had envisaged sitting in the bar having breakfast and watching the rain come down.
This section of the track is superb, it’s level, in a dense chestnut forest, and full of interesting sign boards telling you about the history of the track. The path passes the door of the old Maitena station, which is now a big restaurant. Suitably clad in our wet weather gear we all trooped in, they even put down a red carpet for us, I think it was more to do with catching all the water that was running off us than welcoming such an esteemed group of walkers. They did serve some excellent coffee and toast so we stayed till the rain had nearly stopped and we thought we had better make a move, even Hilary’s B team were planning on going further than this.
Setting off again we had intended going up as far as the barranco San Juan but the rain returned so we decided to call it a day and head for the bar San Juan in Gúejar Sierra instead, nearly the same place, just short of a ranco! (Bar ranco)
We had a good afternoon in the bar and all that was left was a delicate matter of a bag of sh*t. Now, to Mark, having a bag of Manure in the car may not be a big deal, but somehow we got landed with bringing back a sodding big bag of the stuff for Mike and his Tomato plants. I don’t know what smelt the sweetest, 5 wet hikers or the bag of sh*t.
We didn’t walk far, only 8.5km, and we got wet, a feature of our walks at the moment but everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.     

We walked 8.5 km and climbed 143 metres.

Hilary’s walk
Our walk took us from Los Naranjos down to the reservoir and then up to Restabal on a winding path through the vegetable plots and into the lower barrio, conveniently close to Bar Jovi where the seven of us filled the tiny terrace.  I forgot my camera so I'll tell you that our group included Liz [Chite], Tony and Fran [Restabal], Dave [Murchas], Isabelle and Peter [Vienna].  From there we headed out of the village, up the Rio Durcal past the lavender farm and then back to Melegis, a circular walk of 8 km with many walnuts and figs consumed on the way.  It is good to see so much land devoted to vegetables. Amidst the orange groves there were neat rows of lettuce, cabbage, beetroot and maize and carefully staked tomatoes, beans, aubergines, courgettes etc  One huerta had an unusual orange tree, spouting football size toadstools which on closer inspection were found be to gourds.  
Good to be back.
Hilary

The photo was taken at our turnaround point near to the barranco San Juan.

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