Mirador Pico del Ingles to Valleseco
Fear follows me on this walk.
It is misty and wet and clambering over the damp rocks is like walking on
ice. I fall, landing heavily on my right knee, but no bones are
broken. Even so I'm frightened I'll fall again so I take my time and get
slower and slower. I am concentrating on getting down in one piece and before it gets dark and I don't have time to appreciate the beauty of the place -
it feels like a forgotten valley. I pick up my pace when I hear dogs barking close by and soon we arrive at Valleseco. Luck is on our side - there is a
bus waiting to take us back to Santa Cruz.
The Teide National Park
Walk 3 – Roques de Garcia (1h 30m)
Here the air is clear, the light sharp and
when the wind drops the silence is complete. The Roque de Garcia is
a popular walk as it's not particularly long or arduous, but there are
moments when I am on my own, an insignificant speck in this vast
landscape. I notice the air is thinner though and the short ascents take
longer. As I stop to rest a lone kestrel soars high above.
Walk 13 – Samara
I am buffeted by the wind as I plod head
down up to the summit of Samara. My feet sink into the loose
scree. I stand at the top and watch clouds drifting in far below. In
the distance the island of La Gomera can be seen like a shadow through the
cloud. Looking back towards Mt Teide the contrast of the luminous green
of the trees against the arid landscape make me reach for my camera.
Walk 2 – Arenas Negras (3h)
Up here the air is thin and snow still
clings in places refusing to relinquish its wintry grip. The soil is a sandy
colour and easy underfoot. An elusive chaffinch keeps us company for a
while. All is still. The path twists through squat bushes of yellow
and white broom. Mt Teide is a towering and somewhat sinister presence, keeping us in its sights for most of the walk, making it impossible to get lost. As the path gains height we can see the remains of the old collapsed crater and the landscape takes on a lunar appearance.
Walk 14 – Alto de Guamaso (1h 30m)
The path wends its way around the hill
urging you to follow. At this altitude it
is easier to breath. Below the clouds caress
the pine forested hillside. All too soon
the walk is over.
Nice descriptions, Anita. I felt like I was walking along with you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Evelyn. I wanted to capture what I was feeling on each walk.
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