In this Christmas, taking advantage of the halt football fan, opened a hole to give the pedals for 60 miles, from Oviedo to Trubia and from Trubia, Bear Path forward until an unspecified location, well beyond Proaza. Were the protagonists of this adventure writer, more Berto and Davo, which point to a bombing just to have activity and do something exciting. One is not to play ball with them but still can give them a hammer and chisel in the case of the bike. The parties claimed
temperature, between 11 and 14 degrees, and, most importantly, ensures that the rain would not appear. So, with all in favor, as expected we set off at the appointed hour, at 11.30 am. We knew beforehand that through Oviedo to take the path that I would do the first leg of our journey, it would not be easy. The bike combines wrong with the car and is not well regarded by people who want to walk quietly along the pavement. Oviedo has recently begun developing a project to promote cycling, with signs of "Area 30". Looking for a change in philosophy regarding the move around the city. It argues that the entire city is open space for the bike. Although some downtown streets have already been shown, for the moment the plan is something that is on paper and little else. After so many years that nobody remembered the bike, and when their use died out in the city, will cost God and help change attitudes. Will be given time but, today, we must be very brave to embark on narrow streets, designed for only one vehicle between them, and with a cobblestone side giving the rider panic, we must be very daring to challenge the space of a pedestrian sidewalks already have to overcome all kinds of street furniture, benches, planters, trees, lampposts with monumental granite bases take up far more than they should ... Well, with all this over, we made our city 4 km journey to Winter Park as we could. That is, by land, sea and air, or rather, streets, pavements, zebra crossings, walk or giving pedals, waiting for the green light pressure or holding some cars stuck his nose out of the way trying to .
Once on the path that leads to Fuso de la Reina everything went smoothly, as simple as pedaling and let go, especially when this section goes down. The film was absolutely superb and when the Oviedo was fading away from people going out to walk through this area. I set the pace and seriousness. Berto and Davo to his own: laugh after laugh. "Much has changed Uria Street" "That's the bike is a joke," one never tires of pedaling. " Is it about the heroic age, everything is easy, everything is a breeze. Tunnels, voices, echo tests ... and will soon appear on the right the valley through which the road begins to widen Nalón Las Caldas. For an old paved rural section, we descended rapidly to the same level of river. At the height of a small power plant in which squeaked their cattle as if they had any condition, crossed the river by a suspension bridge, about 75 m. True "ui ui" came to spend on a stretch of bad plates anchored to the base, probably as a result of the blow of a tree drawn by the current in one of the last flood. "I grabbed the cable and forget about the bike, and the pickup in morning Nalón walls, you hear people say behind me. It was not that bad, but the plates were bent. Keep walking along the river for some distance. Some edges of the road are emaciated, with pieces that has taken power. Very near Las Caldas, to reach the road, we took a left, road Caces, Trubia address. We spend up to Eleuterio House and swear I will not stop or take a coffee or so if you want a Coke. This section until Trubia is a narrow road from those of earlier, when there was little cars and the cars were small and ran very little. Today is billed as a joint path for passing pedestrians and vehicles. We did not find any. Alternating meadows and forests. The river flows with desire, the banks have fallen trees and logs, is a bleak landscape, in contrast to the bustle that convey bright bubbles of foam that forms the water to hit the edges of the river bottom. Bottles, plastic bags, rags ... and other debris line the shores. For my companion is fine jewelry that boasts nature. Kiwi plantation, with clear evidence of damage, is a clear indication of the seriousness of Nalón when it overflows.
Trubia The proximity of one smells. Chemical odors is the price we pay for development, and coal wealth of this land. Crossed the historic town on a tour off easy, no traffic. We skirt around the perimeter of the factory. Military installations, with its decaying buildings, spread over several miles across the main road. And suddenly, almost without realizing it: paradise: the Path of the Bear: another world. An hour and 30 minutes of journey, 24 km that are barely noticeable in the legs. Young people come back. They are like puppies. I mark the way and get the rhythm. No attempt to attack, let alone escape. All is well. For a slightly rising ground, maintain a pace of 17-18 km / h. It is a false flat those in which the bike weighs. San Andrés, Tuñón .... Everything is going smoothly. A sheep grazing and a couple of mastiffs contemplate our rolling round without flinching. Some cats get out of the corner of an old mill to see who comes. A few miles up, a squirrel slaughter in the path, jumps up and climbs into a tree edge. Stays there. We do not see any cyclist, from time to time we find a hiker. "Where are the bears?" Asks one. "Does a bear?, In the bush", says one of my pupils. Putting a bit of seriousness, I answer the gentleman who still had five or six miles ... We do it right away. On the fly, without stopping, we see that one of the bears circles the perimeter of your fence. Of the other nothing can be said, do not appear anywhere. Perhaps it is that they are hibernating, or who have gone on vacation or simply to have escaped, they animatedly discussing my companions. "No fences or boundaries," one of them qualifies. Our journey continues. 37 km have already fallen. Begin the first doubts about the desirability of achieving our initial objective of reaching Teverga. Rather than control the miles we want to control the hours of daylight. We do not carry even a simple flashlight to show us. We are not cyclists characterized by good logistics. Just look natural helmet bearing kids. I told you it's the last time we went out in those conditions. We have not eaten and are almost three in the afternoon. We decided to move a few kilometers. We spent several tunnels. First a short one and then another little longer and, finally, to give emotion, a Super Long. It becomes difficult to maintain balance when the lighting is negligible: only light you see the final work of reference for balance. One has the feeling that you go by boat, at the mercy of the sea blows or bumps in the road there. We went out and "hell, it has become the day of a sudden", says one of the two with a voice that is lost in the darkness behind us the tunnel. We have a few miles from the finish. Grasping Teverga address, in a sunny pradines of which grazed a very young calves, those that bring fame to the meat of the area, the appetite is fired, right there, watching this bucolic and pastoral landscape, one hundred percent cattle, we decided no more sit down to eat our sandwiches in the stones of the wall of the road. Tender grass meadows, patches of woods that are dark to the light, and above the limestone cliffs, almost glued to the sky, a blue sky filled with white patches of clouds.
The return easy. Manta road and wheel is much better. And without any danger, just as cars circulating. Yes, Occasional stops along the way on all machines of goodies we found: in Proaza in a bar, at a gas station .... All with the good intention for revitalization. And these young people are like machines. And to tell all, finally, as Trubia is a military town, there was a final assault to the local supermarket to make a bottle of juice, soft drinks and sports drinks as travelers on the route of the train that would take soon after for return to our starting point, the La Corredoria.
That was it. Great. Will have to try more times.
temperature, between 11 and 14 degrees, and, most importantly, ensures that the rain would not appear. So, with all in favor, as expected we set off at the appointed hour, at 11.30 am. We knew beforehand that through Oviedo to take the path that I would do the first leg of our journey, it would not be easy. The bike combines wrong with the car and is not well regarded by people who want to walk quietly along the pavement. Oviedo has recently begun developing a project to promote cycling, with signs of "Area 30". Looking for a change in philosophy regarding the move around the city. It argues that the entire city is open space for the bike. Although some downtown streets have already been shown, for the moment the plan is something that is on paper and little else. After so many years that nobody remembered the bike, and when their use died out in the city, will cost God and help change attitudes. Will be given time but, today, we must be very brave to embark on narrow streets, designed for only one vehicle between them, and with a cobblestone side giving the rider panic, we must be very daring to challenge the space of a pedestrian sidewalks already have to overcome all kinds of street furniture, benches, planters, trees, lampposts with monumental granite bases take up far more than they should ... Well, with all this over, we made our city 4 km journey to Winter Park as we could. That is, by land, sea and air, or rather, streets, pavements, zebra crossings, walk or giving pedals, waiting for the green light pressure or holding some cars stuck his nose out of the way trying to .
Once on the path that leads to Fuso de la Reina everything went smoothly, as simple as pedaling and let go, especially when this section goes down. The film was absolutely superb and when the Oviedo was fading away from people going out to walk through this area. I set the pace and seriousness. Berto and Davo to his own: laugh after laugh. "Much has changed Uria Street" "That's the bike is a joke," one never tires of pedaling. " Is it about the heroic age, everything is easy, everything is a breeze. Tunnels, voices, echo tests ... and will soon appear on the right the valley through which the road begins to widen Nalón Las Caldas. For an old paved rural section, we descended rapidly to the same level of river. At the height of a small power plant in which squeaked their cattle as if they had any condition, crossed the river by a suspension bridge, about 75 m. True "ui ui" came to spend on a stretch of bad plates anchored to the base, probably as a result of the blow of a tree drawn by the current in one of the last flood. "I grabbed the cable and forget about the bike, and the pickup in morning Nalón walls, you hear people say behind me. It was not that bad, but the plates were bent. Keep walking along the river for some distance. Some edges of the road are emaciated, with pieces that has taken power. Very near Las Caldas, to reach the road, we took a left, road Caces, Trubia address. We spend up to Eleuterio House and swear I will not stop or take a coffee or so if you want a Coke. This section until Trubia is a narrow road from those of earlier, when there was little cars and the cars were small and ran very little. Today is billed as a joint path for passing pedestrians and vehicles. We did not find any. Alternating meadows and forests. The river flows with desire, the banks have fallen trees and logs, is a bleak landscape, in contrast to the bustle that convey bright bubbles of foam that forms the water to hit the edges of the river bottom. Bottles, plastic bags, rags ... and other debris line the shores. For my companion is fine jewelry that boasts nature. Kiwi plantation, with clear evidence of damage, is a clear indication of the seriousness of Nalón when it overflows.
Trubia The proximity of one smells. Chemical odors is the price we pay for development, and coal wealth of this land. Crossed the historic town on a tour off easy, no traffic. We skirt around the perimeter of the factory. Military installations, with its decaying buildings, spread over several miles across the main road. And suddenly, almost without realizing it: paradise: the Path of the Bear: another world. An hour and 30 minutes of journey, 24 km that are barely noticeable in the legs. Young people come back. They are like puppies. I mark the way and get the rhythm. No attempt to attack, let alone escape. All is well. For a slightly rising ground, maintain a pace of 17-18 km / h. It is a false flat those in which the bike weighs. San Andrés, Tuñón .... Everything is going smoothly. A sheep grazing and a couple of mastiffs contemplate our rolling round without flinching. Some cats get out of the corner of an old mill to see who comes. A few miles up, a squirrel slaughter in the path, jumps up and climbs into a tree edge. Stays there. We do not see any cyclist, from time to time we find a hiker. "Where are the bears?" Asks one. "Does a bear?, In the bush", says one of my pupils. Putting a bit of seriousness, I answer the gentleman who still had five or six miles ... We do it right away. On the fly, without stopping, we see that one of the bears circles the perimeter of your fence. Of the other nothing can be said, do not appear anywhere. Perhaps it is that they are hibernating, or who have gone on vacation or simply to have escaped, they animatedly discussing my companions. "No fences or boundaries," one of them qualifies. Our journey continues. 37 km have already fallen. Begin the first doubts about the desirability of achieving our initial objective of reaching Teverga. Rather than control the miles we want to control the hours of daylight. We do not carry even a simple flashlight to show us. We are not cyclists characterized by good logistics. Just look natural helmet bearing kids. I told you it's the last time we went out in those conditions. We have not eaten and are almost three in the afternoon. We decided to move a few kilometers. We spent several tunnels. First a short one and then another little longer and, finally, to give emotion, a Super Long. It becomes difficult to maintain balance when the lighting is negligible: only light you see the final work of reference for balance. One has the feeling that you go by boat, at the mercy of the sea blows or bumps in the road there. We went out and "hell, it has become the day of a sudden", says one of the two with a voice that is lost in the darkness behind us the tunnel. We have a few miles from the finish. Grasping Teverga address, in a sunny pradines of which grazed a very young calves, those that bring fame to the meat of the area, the appetite is fired, right there, watching this bucolic and pastoral landscape, one hundred percent cattle, we decided no more sit down to eat our sandwiches in the stones of the wall of the road. Tender grass meadows, patches of woods that are dark to the light, and above the limestone cliffs, almost glued to the sky, a blue sky filled with white patches of clouds.
The return easy. Manta road and wheel is much better. And without any danger, just as cars circulating. Yes, Occasional stops along the way on all machines of goodies we found: in Proaza in a bar, at a gas station .... All with the good intention for revitalization. And these young people are like machines. And to tell all, finally, as Trubia is a military town, there was a final assault to the local supermarket to make a bottle of juice, soft drinks and sports drinks as travelers on the route of the train that would take soon after for return to our starting point, the La Corredoria.
That was it. Great. Will have to try more times.
To all the friends that look at the sale my sincere desire that 2011 be a year full fortunate.
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