One of us testing the metal or should that be mettle? We avoid crossing the bridge, lately.
Moving further away and attaining a different perspective.
Looking down on the bridge but in awe. Across the way is the seldom used path along the mountain.
Under the bridge.
Jen stops to absorb the sight.
On the trail from Els Plans, we divert to a hill and from the top we attain a great view.
A view from above with surprising variation in color.
We're facing where we crossed under the bridge at the Els Plans side. The 'hill' mentioned 2 photographs above, juts out on the right.
We've walked along the mountain trail pointed out earlier to reach this position and are on the opposite side of the bridge. We re-crossed under it from the path.
A view of Parish Canillo, the location from whence the tourist buses begin.
Jen stands 'on the other side' following brunch at a ruin which exuded tranquility, privacy and shade. We met a French couple who provided us with some pointers of another alternative route. They also inquired whether we had hiked in Cape Town...small world, when you're not on foot.
The path cut into the mountain pointed out earlier.
Jen coming around from the mountain path and heading toward the bridge and then onto Els Plans and home in El Tarter. (See below)
Home from home.
Cheers,
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