In the warm, golden light of a summer’s day in the Sierra Nevada, our adventurous companion, Saxo, a spirited and playful dog, Nilla with her short legs, my friend and I set out for what promised to be an unforgettable walk through the mountains. Our journey began with a sense of anticipation as the sun sparkled down through the leaves, igniting the path ahead with its radiant glow. Armed with a sense of wonder and the companionship of my loyal friend, I was eager to explore the tranquility and beauty that nature had to offer.
The trail wound through lush vegetation, the scent of pine filling the air, encouraging us to venture deeper into this mountainous haven. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water drew us towards a hidden gem—a river, glimmering under the sun’s embrace. It was here that Saxo’s innate love for water revealed itself in an exuberant display of enthusiasm. Without hesitation, he leaped into the river, the cool liquid splashing around as he swirled and twirled with reckless abandon. The sheer joy radiating from his every movement created a vivid contrast to my own feelings—a mix of amusement and concern as water droplets flew through the air, soaking everything nearby.
While Saxo reveled in his newfound playground, Nilla found herself in an entirely different mindset. The water, mud, and dirt that clung to her and were a source of dismay to her. My polished expectations of a serene walk transformed into a rather messy reality. I could see Nilla—the more reserved and cautious of the two of us—standing on the riverbank, alternatively glancing at Saxo and then at her muddy step. Her pristine white coat, once gleaming with the morning sun’s reflection, now bore the marks of adventure, much to her chagrin. While Saxo became the embodiment of joy and freedom, Nilla remained steadfast, hesitant to embrace the chaos that water brought.
After we concluded our splashing escapade, the reality of the journey ahead loomed before us—an uphill trek back to our hotel. The sun bore down, relentless and hot, adding weight to our already tired limbs. As we navigated the winding trail back, I began to appreciate Nilla’s instinct to rest in every shady spot along the way. Each pause allowed both of us to recharge, to contemplate not just our physical exertion but also the dynamics of our experiences. In those moments, laying beneath the cool shade of a tree, I recognized the importance of balance. Nilla’s carefulness in avoiding chaos contrasted sharply against Saxo’s exuberance, teaching me valuable lessons about embracing both adventure and caution.
As we approached the final stretch of our ascent, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Saxo, still a little muddy but triumphant, and Nilla, who had reluctantly joined the fray yet remained true to her careful nature. Their distinct personalities brought richness to our shared experience. Ultimately, our journey through the mountains was not merely about discovering a river but about understanding the beauty of contrasts—between wild joy and careful reserve, between adventure and rest, and, most poignantly, between the carefree spirit of a dog and the reflective nature of a chaperone.
Thus, this outing served as a powerful reminder of how life's adventures can shape our perspective. It is through the joyful leaps of the exuberant and the quiet reflections of the hesitant that we learn to appreciate the world more fully—each muddy paw print a testament to a day well spent.
So finally both doggies were super happy to rest in the shade at the pool with plenty of water while we jumped in the refreshing pool and enjoyed a wonderful cocktail enjoying the splendid view.
Cahorros of Monachil
On rope bridges into a gorge near Granada
This spectacular hike starts to the east of Monachil and leads through an extremely narrow gorge, which can be accessed via several rope bridges. Green vegetation, all-day shade and the sound of rushing water offer a unique natural experience in Spain. Even when the sun is scorching, it remains pleasantly cool. The path is signposted as "Cahorros Bajos" and in places you have to balance over rocks. You can take a different route back from T ajodel Lunes and return to the starting point via the high point. (3:00 hours, 8.61 kilometres, up and down: 300 m)
N37.12993° | W003.53166° N37° 07.796' | W003° 31.899' N37° 07' 47.7" | W003° 31' 54.0"
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