The Mojonavalle Forest. The name sounded promising, the specs looked good, but it can be hard to impress a Canadian with a forest, so I wasn´t expecting too much. Un magnífico bosque! Vegetación exuberante! Cascadas! claimed the book. While this is no hike in the Rockies, it is definitely worthy of all the exclamation marks. My only complaint was that it was crowded at first. But, pick a summer-like day in November, and a destination an hour from Madrid, and in wild mushroom season, and it´s bound to happen.
Once at the shelter, we would have had to ditch the stroller. The path narrowed but was still well maintained, and that´s when things got beautiful. Golden leaves, verdant pines, shimmery bark, singing streams... there are few things I enjoy more than a walk in the woods. By this point, the crowds had thinned out, and by the time we got to the waterfall, we had it all to ourselves. We took Baby out to splash in the water. He is a great little hiking companion!
There is a recreation area at the parking lot, so we could have packed a picnic, but instead we drove to nearby Miraflores and sampled some dishes prepared with different varieties of wild mushrooms. Mmmmmm!