Bison lost in translation

Up early to get a bike ride into the mountains before it got too hot. We swept over the bridge and up towards the dam that supports the reservoir. Then an uphill road to a tiny village called Remolina, which is nestled in between the crags. Had a completely incomprehensible conversation with an old lady as we sat in the square.
Bit of a slog back to Riano but beautiful.
We were back in the campsite by 2pm and had lunch in the shade.
In the late afternoon we went back down to the village and went on a boat ride to the far reaches of the reservoir. We were told we might see bison but, as usual, we saw nothing. We think that the "bison" might be deer....
Flogged up the hill to the campground again for alfresco dinner and watched the sun set behind the mountains.Baca lagi