“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller Not this refugio, this cabana was 2 metres from the main road cutting past the reservoir from the tunnel. To get here I walked. Martin and Barbora hitched and were lucky quickly, but I liked the control, and certainty of Shanks' pony. This cabana de l'Hospitalet was at about 1600 m and it was about 3.30pm refugio d'Anglo was at 2300m. It took me about 3 hours, all the climb was steep but it was through birch forest with a fast flowing stream cutting through it. With mini waterfalls and cool pools it was too tempting. I lost twenty minutes bathing, and cooling my leg muscles.
It was beautiful to be amongst trees again too. For the past three days I'd hardly seen one...
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