Marching down the mountain

First, of course we had to go up (and up, and up) aiming for the top of the red band of rock that cuts across the grey limestone of the Sierra Prieta. We were delighted to find that early on, the town and outlying houses disappeared and the feeling of being in a remote mountain park prevailed.

When we reached the red sandstone, I sat down for a much needed rest. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a tan shape racing down the ravine at my back, and realized it was a loose dog intent on dislodging me. In an instant seven more joined him and the pack was on all sides of us. I screamed, and a man came down the path, shouting to the dogs. Luckily, they obeyed him. We’ve met a lot of fiercely growling dogs behind fences and a few loose ones that backed off without attacking, but this was the most menacing encounter we’ve had.

It was too beautiful for that incident to mar the day, though. We walked a red dirt trail between flowers and grey limestone slabs and green pines, had a reviving snack, and marveled at our good luck with the weather.

Working our way down the mountain on the PR-A 272, we were still far above town when we realized we could hear the drumbeat of the Viernes Santo (Good Friday) procession. We got in step with the music and marched down the mountain and into town to find the procession still going on with a big enthusiastic crowd in the main square.

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