Walk Sunday 30 October 2016 The caves of Húetor




What a fantastic day for a walk, clear blue sky, not a cloud to be seen anywhere all day, perfect walking temperatures.
This week was our big end of the month walk, as it turned out it was not quite as big as advertised, but it was still a great day out.
 The walk started from the Puerto Lobo visitor centre in the Húetor parque natural, we had arranged to meet Mari Carmen there but, unfortunately, she had gone to the wrong place. So after waiting a few minutes for her we set off for the trenches, a sad reminder to all those who lost their lives in the civil war. The walk continued on to the Cueva del Gato, an unusual name because I can’t imagine any self respecting cat living here, there are no beds, sofas or any of the on demand services required by a cat.
After a short break we continued down to the lowest point of the walk. I think some of the group were hoping I had had a change of heart and that it would be a downhill walk for a change. Sadly this was not true because we had another cave to visit, some 600 metres above us. The way up is a delightful path that twists and turns as it makes it’s way up through the forest. I had planned to stop for lunch at the old TB hospital that has a nice wall to sit on, under the shade of a big tree. Unfortunately another group had beat us to it, and we ended up sitting amongst the falling down ruins of the hospital. There are so many people out walking these days it’s becoming a problem finding somewhere to stop.
After lunch we continued the walk up to the Cueva del Agua. The last time we were here the gate was open and we were able to enter easily. This time we had to crawl under the fence, but don’t tell anyone because I think it is there to keep people out.
From here it is virtually all down hill as I did not think we had time to climb up to the Cruz de Viznar, now that the nights are drawing in.
 A few years ago we stopped off at a quiet little bar in the park so we thought we would pay it another visit. The place was packed, and we had to beg, borrow and steal the tables and chairs. The guys on the table next to us were all smoking pot and we were shrouded in smoke, we all went home on a high, I don’t remember the drive back.
This was another of my favorite walks and everyone else seemed to enjoy it as well.


We walked 16.5 km and climbed 681 metres

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