Cazorla-Arroyo Frio

Dear friends,
A few points of information first.
Unfortunately I have not got my A.T.Hogg of Fife shoes with me. As has been
pointed out, it would have been a different story if I had. The picture is
of my current footwear.
Anonymous wonders about my imaginary friend. He/She has not been following
the story. The imaginary friend is the son of a friend from Murcia, and is
real.
My palm pilot provides me with music, as it does everything else.
I'm not sure about the 39 steps: I need more information.
I am sorry about the revision and the rain.
And now for the meat. My niece Fran spoke to me last night. I was very
pleased to hear her voice. We were in a bar and had ordered some bits and
pieces because we didn't want a big meal. We had a platter of chips, a
platter of pork fillet on bread, a platter of spicy kebabs, and a platter
of croquettes. It was bigger than a big meal.
This morning was great. We rose earlyish again to take advantage of the
cool air. We climbed up out of Cazorla and in a couple of hours we were at
the top of the pass between Cazorla and the next valley across. Of course,
I managed to go the wrong way, but it made no difference. The climb was
beautiful: pine trees giving shade and the fresh air a delight. On the way
we saw deer and wild boar rooting around in the undergrowth. Then down to
Vadillo-Castril along a forest road past campsites and the Guadalquivir
river. We had to push on to Arroyo Frio to find a hotel, so back up the
next mountain, then precipitously down to the village, which is nothing
more than a string of hotels and apartments for holidaymakers. A really
good day for the variety, the ideal weather, and the total lack of olive
trees.
Distance today 26km.
A wayfarer in Spain