55.24 Andorra: Pic de la Torradella, a unique experience, not going to forget it.

Pic de la Torradella, the target, viewed from the slopes of El Tartar. Funnily enough, the day before we both stated as we walked in the town that we would love to stand on that peak.
Two weeks before, we could not find a trail to the peak. We continued on an alternate hike.

I think a conspiracy exists which has manifested itself in the metric versus imperial systems in the Andorran mountains. How do we know this? They say one should listen to one’s body. In our case, it makes twice as much sense as there are not just one but two of us, hence two bodies. This means the second body can verify that of the first. Let’s move forward. When we convert meters to feet in Europe, and it only seems to occur during elevation gain, something gets lost in the mix, well, the conversion. Our bodies, particularly mine, understand and know very well the exact elevation gain once we have trudged up a mountain. Here’s the problem: On most of the hikes in Andorra, many have been between 2,200 and 2,800 feet per the official ‘incorrect’ records, usually over short distances. Yet my internal measuring system is recording at least 20-25% more elevation gain. 

This creates a dilemma. Should I state in the blog that today's hike was 3,500 feet, the record may differ by say 5-6 hundred feet. This would make us look dishonest and yet, that’s what my body is telling me. So, what’s the use of listening to your body? As you might glean from this rather intelligent observation, living on the slopes of Europe, and Andorra in particular, presents one with conflicts. And the world thinks it has conflicts. I would also like to state for the record that many conspiracies are created by disgruntled citizens. However, this is one of the few genuine gripes. Take my word for it. (Continues below...)

A perspective for later pictures. Jenni walks on the Tibetan Bridge.
The struggle continues as Jenni goes cross-country. El Tartar way below. We thought the first part was the steepest. It got steeper as we moved upwards.
When we spotted those structures from way below, it puzzled us. Then we realized they are built to slow/halt avalanches.
Various degrees of steepness...always in a beautiful environment.

This is not a fancy maneuver—Jen slips but recovers quickly.
We spot the Tibetan Bridge below. On previous occasions, we were high above it but this was even higher.
The top of the ski station across the way with the golf course showing. (See earlier blog about the course and its positioning).
A previous hike undertaken a few weeks back, Estanys de la Vall del Riu, across the way. The barriers hide part of the lake.

Much lower down, we look into El Tartar, our hometown in Andorra.
Jenni makes an appearance—look carefully below.
Continues to climb. The bridge comes into view.
Okay, okay. You made it, big deal.
Across the way, two pictures to capture most of the mountain stream. Frankly, when one gets past the struggle, the sights are magnificent, the atmosphere incredible and the rewards amazing. Nearly makes up for the 'pain'.

Approaches at a good angle for ascending...'smart cookie'.
Heck, does she deserve a little praise...no, a lot.
He has to jump into the frame.
Gorgeous countryside, towns and one more of the bridge.
  Talking of conflicts, we discovered one some years back. We won’t mention too much detail for fear of placing people we have met in compromising situations. We were saying to a couple we met today, the only ones that joined us on this rather tough hike to the mountain peak. In fact, it was one of our top experiences. What added to the difficulty is that after a steep climb for the first hour, we made our way to the peak through the bush for the next ninety minutes. No trail exists. Over the past month, we have eyed Pic de la Torradella from many positions knowing there was nothing more we wanted to do than to try to reach that particular peak. When we hiked two weeks before on this trail to another destination, we were unable to discover a formal route to the top. Today, we left the trail where we noticed a gap in the trees and headed upwards—a truly remarkable hike and day. In fact, we rate it memorable. Jenni seems to be getting stronger and more adept on these tricky and tough mountains. Sometimes, I stand in awe as I watch her struggle but succeed. Other times, I sit and watch her struggle in awe. 

  Anyway, I was mentioning something about conflict. When one visits a foreign country, the eyes and of course the mind, are not necessarily aware of local issues. It is difficult enough to communicate on the basics. Some years ago, we met two delightful, young Spaniards, Serge and Lluís, in Romania. We spent some time together and enjoyed a wonderful experience. Who could forget Lluís cooking a Spanish omelet for dinner? As he lifted the pan from the stove, almost like a matador raising his cloak, the handle snapped and the eggs switched to scrambled, and came to rest on the floor. Fortunately, the floor had been cleaned the previous week, so the eggs were only discolored slightly. 

 Back to the story. Lluís spoke passionately about independence for Catalonia from Spain. It was fascinating but I did not take it too seriously. On this trip, whenever we stop to converse, (not just greetings), with people who appear Spanish to us or are locals, we ask casually about this issue. Many of the people are of Catalonian origin. Thus far, we have been quite astounded at the hostility of the Catalonians toward Madrid. It’s not that we talk to many people, but the situation arises and it makes for fascinating occasions. Today, the youngish couple we met were locals who are geologists. On Friday, two women shared their story. One of them is fighting a fine of six hundred Euros incurred at a protest. 

  What really was humorous though, occurred when we reached the parking lot on our return. The couple arrived a few minutes later while we were having brunch, after 1pm (weather issues), and we resumed the conversation. A local bystander heard the woman sounding off about Spain and he joined in—adding his two bits about his feelings toward Madrid. The acrimony seems real. We were in South Africa recently, probably our 25th visit since emigrating, and continued to witness a corrupt regime in action (No airline, no railways, no power, no accountability, no security—not good). Sadly, the United States is not a country we recognize any longer. Now we’ll have to remove Spain from the list. Andorra is incredible but we have been told their protectors, France and Spain, are acting in an unfriendly manner. 

  We met a young cashier in the supermarket the other day and began conversing. He bolstered our already positive feelings about the locals—turns out he’s from Argentina, another struggling country. We’ve also met another interesting woman who is in fact making a t-shirt for Jenni. We see her when we go for a snack on our off day—her second job is that of a waitress. The locals are great. Oh! She’s from Chile. Thank goodness the world is covered in mountains. Seems a person is safer and happier in the wilderness...an opinion. 

 It is indeed a mountainous region. A view from our peak.
The previous week, we climbed to that area across the way en route to the peak. It was a walk of at least an hour to reach that point.
The early part of the cross-country hike.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey