The second part began at an intersection of two highways. According to the book, there were two possible routes. I found neither one. The one I did find was on my GPS so I took it. The first half hour or so was fine, rather scenic, in fact, and I was feeling quite accomplished. Then, for about two and a half hours it was like this:
Sometimes with curves:
Finally, I am within 1/2 a mile or so of my accommodation, the only building for miles around. The route stops. The GPS reads "Go!" There is a fence of electric wire, barbed wire and regular wire. There is no choice but to cross it. Two burros were accommodated there:
Finally, I get to a road, but it was not the road I needed to be on. More transgressions of property defences to gain higher access. I cannot believe that I actually got to where I needed to be. It is a lovely place, though, out here in the middle of nowhere. I can use a huge kitchen and, having noticed a large number of hens as I approached, asked the señora for eggs, which she willingly provided, and for bread: four huge slices. And, oh joy, there is a toaster. Today's lunch//dinner was way better than dried, reconstituted noodles.
Dudu and I had our last adventure today. Since he was planning on coming at 6:00 to pick up the bag, I asked if he would drive me to spot about half way along the route because I knew it was going to be a scorcher. The problem was that there was not really a road where Google Maps showed one, so we had a lot of hithering and thithering until he finally figured out a way to get there. Thank God I did that, though because it is over 100 degrees now. I would have started out fresher had the dogs, many of them, not been woofing and arf arf arfing at 3:00 a.m.
One roll of hay:
Set in the lowland:
Bridge into Oliana, a rather ugly town with a good supermarket, and nice hotel after you walk the extra 3/4 mile in the heat, laden with your groceries, to get there.
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