Spanish mountain roads/dirt tracks

We had a long drive to get from our remote spot to the nearest fuel station and shop so we headed off in that direction unsuspecting that the majority of the route was going to be at 30km per hour or less due to the state of the roads and the sheer terror invoked by the precipitous drops outside Ivy’s doors. Ivy’s upgraded suspension was truly put to the test and thankfully stood up to the task. We took it as slowly and carefully as possible, so glad that there was no other traffic on our tail. Eventually after what seemed like an eternity we were once again driving on decent tarmac, able to relax a bit on our way to the shop for supplies. The diesel and shopping is much cheaper in Spain which is a pleasant surprise.

With learned trepidation (because I’m getting used to Darren’s choices of park ups being...let me say...right out there!) we continue on. Well I was correct to be nervous 😬 we wind our way up a very steep, narrow track with switchbacks all the way up to the most amazing views from every direction. We couldn’t find a spot that was completely flat so we wedged rocks and our ramps under each wheel so in the event of brakes failing we wouldn’t roll off the edge of a cliff.
Well who needs TV when you have views like this. We spent the evening just looking in awe at the distant mountains and valleys around us until it started raining and we had to go inside. Thinking it was all over for the night no sooner had it started it stopped, providing the most vibrant rainbow 🌈 for us to enjoy. Life is smiling on us, it truly is.Okumaya devam et