Frolicking in the Gironian countryside
Girona, ESP
Monday, May 22, 2006
Today I did an easy 3 hours towards some St. town. Half the towns are named after saints, so keeping ‘em separated becomes a bit of a burden- I wonder how the pope does it? But I guess that’s what he’s paid to do… Anyway, I rode out to this town and turned on to this rode, then turned on to another road (right), and went through two roundabouts before coming to a bridge with a little road branching off to the left immediately after crossing the bridge. The road turned out to follow the river up to its head waters, which, might I add, were somewhat more substantial than I had reckoned. Here’s the thing- in Spain healthy streams are not something you often run across. Usually they’re deluded, lacking luster and anything of life. But this one was as lively as could be; it frolicked with underbrush beneath the bridge… So I followed it up and noticed that there was a fairly insignificant dam holding headwaters back. Most intriguing really, so I kept following the road. Eventually I came to a bridge that crossed what headwaters were left and started climbing up the side of the valley (this river went straight back into the mountains). I came out of the forest and there was this fricken huge dam in front of me with what looked like an ocean behind it! I rode across the dam, and could hardly glance down the side without fearing the fall that loomed below. The road continued around the headwaters, but I didn’t have any time left to explore, so I descended a road made of rubbish as I pondered the chances of turning onto the road I’d just discovered.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Today I did an easy 3 hours towards some St. town. Half the towns are named after saints, so keeping ‘em separated becomes a bit of a burden- I wonder how the pope does it? But I guess that’s what he’s paid to do… Anyway, I rode out to this town and turned on to this rode, then turned on to another road (right), and went through two roundabouts before coming to a bridge with a little road branching off to the left immediately after crossing the bridge. The road turned out to follow the river up to its head waters, which, might I add, were somewhat more substantial than I had reckoned. Here’s the thing- in Spain healthy streams are not something you often run across. Usually they’re deluded, lacking luster and anything of life. But this one was as lively as could be; it frolicked with underbrush beneath the bridge… So I followed it up and noticed that there was a fairly insignificant dam holding headwaters back. Most intriguing really, so I kept following the road. Eventually I came to a bridge that crossed what headwaters were left and started climbing up the side of the valley (this river went straight back into the mountains). I came out of the forest and there was this fricken huge dam in front of me with what looked like an ocean behind it! I rode across the dam, and could hardly glance down the side without fearing the fall that loomed below. The road continued around the headwaters, but I didn’t have any time left to explore, so I descended a road made of rubbish as I pondered the chances of turning onto the road I’d just discovered.
posted by Tom Peterson @ 1:12 PM
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