Waking to a chilly morning with the sun struggling to get out we found the area for breakfast and once Woolly had hovered up cheese, ham, toast, eggs, bacon, yoghurt and some of my omelette we hoisted Woolly and set a course for Desfiladero de Yecla near to Sto. Domingo de Silos.
Woolly says – Breakfast was good and it’s only polite to finish everything off! The big black angry clouds were still in the distance but as we travelled down the N1 (N now stands for ‘nothing to look at’ roads) the sun seemed to grow brighter and we felt hopeful for the day. Turning onto the BU 910 (BU now stands for bumpy and uncomfortable to travel down) we found ourselves driving through beautiful scenery again with red loamy soil, rock formations, olive trees and windier and windier roads….. it was glorious. We started to see a huge mass of rock in front of us and it looked similar to the pictures we had looked at on the net. Driving through some small tunnels cut into the rock we came out the other side to see more of the sheer rock face and what appeared to
be a canyon but how to get there? Doing a U turn we retraced our steps and spotted a pair of walkers taking a small set of steps downwards! Parking Oliver across the road we spotted a sign that had been invisible before which told us that we had indeed found the Canyons of Desfiladero de Yecla. Walking down the steps I could hear running water I didn’t expect the view that greeted us as we turned the corner. Sheer rock face with a tiny tiny pathway running over the river than ran below. It looked spectacular, we walked through the narrowest of spaces peering up at the sky way above our heads and down at the natural waterfalls that had formed in the base of the canyon. With the pathway wandering round the rocks we came to the end of the formation and once more into the sunshine – yes sunshine! Well worth a visit and it was just a shame that there wasn’t a café nearby as coffee would have finished the visit off perfectly.
Once Woolly had finished absorbing the rays we made our way back to Oliver and set off for the first
possible camp site for the night (we had two in mind not knowing how long the canyon might take and how much further we might want to go that day). We arrived at Santa Domingo de la Calzada Camping on the outskirts of Burgos, checking the price (23 Euro (approximately £19.00 GBP) for a night or 26 for Motorhomes) and looking at the sky’s I was unsure whether we should risk it. After a brief discussion we headed off to our second choice.
Woolly says – Ian and I were quite happy to pitch there but we let Jo sway us and off we went. Within minutes the big black angry clouds were even bigger, blacker and looked like they would explode, the temperature was rapidly chilling. It got worse, with rain bucketing onto Oliver and the wipers doing a quick step, we were down to 6 degrees and still dropping, I promptly put my scarf on and sat on Oliver’s heater. Half an hour passed and we met the SNOW! Snow piling onto the mountains that we were passing by, snow ploughs coming in both directions and a rather chilling 2 degrees and we were going
to be in a tent!!! This wasn’t looking good. Pulling of the road we reassessed the situation. I was all for staying exactly where we were and waiting for rescue but Ian, being sensible, suggested we keep going to Segovia which was to be the next nights stop and had been pre booked as a treat for us all. It was a plan and we set off through the snowy landscape and now freezing temperatures another 113KM.
With Woolly hogging the heating and the weather declining we made really good time, cresting the hill leading into Segovia the sun reappeared and the view made it all worthwhile. The Medieval City is a UNESCO site and is renowned for its Aquaduct, Cathedral and Castle; it looked might impressive from where we were.
Woolly says – it was incredible! I could see the cathedral and as we found our way round the streets to our hotel it just got better and better, the Aquaduct came into view and then we pulled up, next to it!!!! Home for the next two nights, I couldn’t ask for more. Booking in and finding our room we dropped bags, baggage
and stray carriers and headed straight out again to feast our eyes on the Aquaduct. Built by the Romans in the 1st
Century at its highest point it stands nearly 15 metres high and it is all REAL! We started to follow the columns to find the end, 15 minutes and we saw what would have been the end of the Aquaduct it really was HUGE, I tried counting the columns….
With Woolly busy counting, if he had asked I could have told him that there were 167, we followed the impressive structure back to the start, climbing the steps by its side the views got better and better, we could even see the snowy mountains we had so recently travelled, it was Awesome.
Woolly says – I wish Jo had told me, it’s really difficult to count when you only have four paws to use! Leaving the magnificent view for tomorrow we set off down to the square and lo and behold my life became complete, when we found the Sombrero I have been searching Spain for! With my head held high I can only look forward to the morning and seeking out
the other delights that Segovia has to offer.
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