{"id":355,"date":"2013-09-13T12:30:56","date_gmt":"2013-09-13T10:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/?p=355"},"modified":"2013-10-03T18:29:44","modified_gmt":"2013-10-03T16:29:44","slug":"ruta-de-la-lana-gps-tracks-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/ruta-de-la-lana-gps-tracks-day-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ruta de La Lana  GPS tracks: Day 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>From Motorway E15 to Novelda<\/h1>\n<p>[mapsmarker marker=&#8221;5&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>This is my own GPS track. \u00a0The squiggly bits at the start are due to the erratic way in which my awful GPS (Garmin e-trex) finds the signal.<\/p>\n<p>A beautiful morning to wake up on my chosen veranda.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_431\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100816.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-431\" class=\"size-full wp-image-431\" alt=\"Nearly ready to move off.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100816.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100816.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100816-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-431\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Nearly ready to move off.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>My first early morning. \u00a0Being, by now, an experienced Caminante, I had learned the joy of being on the move by day-break. \u00a0The silence, which becomes as nourishing as food on a camino, is intense at this moment. \u00a0I don&#8217;t mean the absence of sound: \u00a0I mean a stillness, a catch of breath that the day is being born, an imperative reverence before the majesty of the slowly gathering light.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_432\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100819.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-432\" class=\"size-full wp-image-432\" alt=\"Morning light.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100819.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100819.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100819-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-432\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Morning light.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>The path, after the motorway at last becomes interesting, climbing over rocky terrain eaten away by torrential rains and flooded arroyos. \u00a0In some places the climbs are short but steep and stony. \u00a0For the first time, too, I felt solitude, the solitude which is the opposite of aloneness. \u00a0I merge and become part of the world around me. \u00a0My surroundings surround me and incorporate me. \u00a0There are degrees of this feeling which first came to me intensely near Sanabria on the Camino Sanabres, so I will say no more just now.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_433\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100823.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-433\" class=\"size-full wp-image-433\" alt=\"Walking into solitude.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100823.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100823.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100823-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-433\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Walking into solitude<\/p><\/div>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-355-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/Day2.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/Day2.mp3\">http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/Day2.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The experience was brief because the wilderness soon descends into a large plain, with more roads, factories and railway lines. \u00a0There is a need in such &#8220;civilization&#8221; to concentrate on traffic, finding the path, engine noises and people. Urban and semi-urban landscapes are also interesting. \u00a0Our human sculpting of our environment, our consuming of space, our creativity cry out to be listened to and understood, stimulating a flow of questions which fill my mind. \u00a0Diverting, indeed, but this is not peaceful like the mountains or even the great cultivated plains in Spain where man and nature co-operate to produce wine and food.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_434\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100837.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-434\" class=\"size-full wp-image-434\" alt=\"Descending into civilization, Monforte del Cid\" src=\"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100837.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100837.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/P1100837-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-434\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Descending into civilization, Monforte del Cid<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I arrived in Novelda and was very tired indeed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From Motorway E15 to Novelda [mapsmarker marker=&#8221;5&#8243;] This is my own GPS track. \u00a0The squiggly bits at the start are due to the erratic way in which my awful GPS (Garmin e-trex) finds the signal. 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