Pic d’Estibat or rather the wuthering hill.
It could be a quiet little walk. But as we got out of a car, the icy wind made us understand that it was quite the opposite.
It could be a quiet little walk. But as we got out of a car, the icy wind made us understand that it was quite the opposite.
The crossing of Puig Torro has a surprise in store for us. Not exactly nice. Already accustomed to the monotony of course, we come across the "cami", lined with pebbles of all shapes and sizes. The wheels are blocked, the pedals are scraping the ground.