The first time I visited this park was at the end of an extra hot, dry summer, so the falls weren´t very watery. Hiking to the source was fairly easy, and it was interesting to walk along the river bed, so when Tall Guy suggested we go back, with Tweedle E and Tweedle N in tow, I agreed. It´s a lovely natural area, and it would be nice to show them another Spanish landscape.
This time round, things were different. For starters, we had a mini hike from the overflow lot to the entrance. The place was packed! It had also been a rainier year, and after walking along a boardwalk, admiring the dips and falls, we started onto the trail following the river. So far, so good. We were all enjoying ourselves and the scenery, the water was emerald green and turquoise, and there were many, many waterfalls.
Then the wading began. At first, the water barely covered our shoes. Then, it was up to our ankles. Tall Guy was sure it "wasn´t much farther" to the source, so onward we pressed, and soon enough we were up to our necks, and finally swimming, holding our day packs up out of the water over our heads, a la Bear Grylls in every other episode of Ultimate Survivor.
"This is the most amazing thing I´ve ever done!!"
"We´ll never make it!"
|how tweedle e describes it|
|how it actually was|