Cap’n Dick: “what kinda cod be these? Be they nitrated or chloride salted? Air cured or brined first, smoked first, salted first or cured first. Ain’t boiled.
Walked out of town on a dangerous section of steep rocky road carved out of the hillside to avoid some farmers land. Not fun.
Afterwards, many very pleasant sections punctuated by very dangerous, very steep, slippery sections both up and down. Surprised we could do them – but then we had no choice.
Massive wildlife, bicycles, sheep, goats, pigs horses, pigeons, stork nests, short-horned beef cattle. Possibly black iberian pigs.
Stopped for lunch
Bread, cheese, nuts, yogurt. Not middle ages fare.
At about the 10 km point we found a straight up, really up, section and some especially dangerous downhills.
After the endless descent we got onto a road and and looking back we could see that we crossed above the cell tower heights.
Overall we climbed more than 2000 ft and descended about 1200 ft. Roughly a 12 mile day. Horrible.
Dinner in Real de la Jara.
A physical world separation affect, at least for KB, is taking hold. An inveterate news and inter-tubes junky barely noticed the oil spill in SoCal or the Pandora Papers, a major Guardian study. Have no desire to read more than the headlines and I suspect even that may soon fade.
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Ah, jamón on the hoof. Surprised to see so many lambs, as around here that is usually a Feb/March. Learned the following from an article published in Nature: “Today, a strong identity of farming practices in the Mediterranean margins of France and Spain is defined by sheep husbandry systems with autumnal lambing as the main lambing season.” The Boogs probably know this already.
Hope that footare is holding out through all these steep slopes.
It is not the footware but the feet.
Sometimes offal is awful.