23.17 Andorra, Ransol. La Serrera Peak, one fine experience. Actually, superb.
In miserable conditions, we were uplifted by beauty, tranquility and... lifted by the occasional lightning bolt. An idea of a street adjacent to where we lived for eight days in Andorra La Velle before moving to the Parish of Canillo, Andorra. We sat in the car. The car was pounded by rain, the first real downpour we’ve seen in a long time. In fact, living part-time in San Diego, one doesn’t see much of it and when it does fall, many people commiserate with each other—it ruins a perfect shopping day. You have to wonder at the irony of us humans—living in a desert and being upset because it’s raining. One should try explaining that to the San (Bushmen) community. Not wishing to be hypocrites, we looked on the bright side—our car was getting a well-needed wash. After ten minutes, the rain ceased, surprisingly. We waited a few minutes more, dashed to strap on boots and headed for La Serrera Peak, a little more than 3,000 feet climb. What, me worry, Alfred? 'Jen...