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Hiking in Cantabria, Spain: my first day out
This strip of land situated between high mountains and the sea gets plenty of rain and doesn't look at all like the common perception of hot, dry, sunny Spain. Santander is only five hours' drive from Madrid but feels like a different country.
The main things that attracted me to this region are the outdoor activities: the sea, hiking, and caving. It has a much lower cost of living than overpriced Madrid, which is good news for travelers as well as part-time residents such as myself. It's also more social than a big city. Thanks to the friendly folks at Couchsurfing, I already have a couple of offers for hikes and a spelunking group I can join.
Yesterday was my first day in my new home. The friend who helped me move was still around, so after a glance at the map we headed out to the Parque Natural Collados del Asón, about 30 minutes inland and deep in the mountains. This park covers 4,020 hectares (9,934 acres) of the Cordillera Cantábrica and some of the most beautiful mountains in Spain.
The drive took us up winding mountain roads past sheer cliffs and forested hillsides. Nestled in the valleys were a few stone farmhouses and herds of cows. Tall peaks, some well over 1,000 meters (3,281 ft.), towered around us. This is one of the best regions for caves in all of Europe and I could see the entrances to several as we drove past. Some were dark holes high up on cliffs, while others lay at the bottoms of sinkholes by the side of the road. Many are open to the public and some even have Paleolithic cave art of prehistoric men hunting extinct animals 15,000 years ago.
The path gradually climbed through thick forest and over a couple of streams. We passed only two small groups of hikers in the three hours we were out there and saw nobody else. We did have company, though, in the form of herds of cows and the biggest slugs I've ever seen. Check out the gallery for a photo of one of these monsters.
At the river Asón we had to hop from rock to rock using a stick to steady us. Once while doing this same stunt in Missouri my foot slipped and I fell headfirst into the water. The bottom half of me landed on a flat stone so I was only wet from the chest up. Luckily I didn't embarrass myself this time and my camera survived to take shots of the waterfall just upstream.
As you can see from the photos, it was a stunning cascade hurtling over a sheer cliff. Vultures wheeled about overhead, riding the air currents and hoping one of us would conveniently die. The whole scene was so alien to what I've experienced in Madrid in the past few years--lush forest, cheer cliffs of gray rock, a mild temperature, and no people.
My friend looked around and remarked, "I think you've landed in the right spot."
Yes, I think I have.
Several long-distance trails crisscross this park and I'll be sure to explore more of them in coming months. I may not be back for some time, though, because living anywhere in Green Spain you're really spoiled for choice. All of the mountains have trails and caves, and little villages have restaurants serving up local specialties. I'm also planning trips under Cantabria and will be writing up my reintroduction to spelunking in future posts.