trips:2013:mulhacen

Biking to the Pico de Mulhacén

Getting Started

So I found myself in Granada, after about two and a half weeks of touring around Spain. At that point I hadn't climbed a mountain in almost a month, and was starting to get itchy. I had heard that the Sierra Nevadas were nearby; and indeed, when I when out the first morning, the Pico del Veleta was clearing visible in the distance. One of my hostel-mates tried to convice me on the wonders of the local tourist-trap: the Alhambra, but I would have nothing of it.

Got a bike

The first problem was figuring how to get up there. Apparently there is a bus that drives up to a ski resort up there (Pradollano), but you had to be there at the right time because it only went up once, and then down again. That is, if it whent at all, and this was a great uncertainty. If it did go, it was quite uncertain about how far it went. There wasn't much information available on the Internet, so I decided to rent a mountain bike.

I searched for rental shops and found Mountain Bike Granada. It seemed like a good option, so I emailed them and found out they were in Monachil. I took the bus there, and eventually found the place (it was basically sombody's house), and no one was there. I guess they were out biking or something, but after a few hours of waiting I took the bus back to Granada and when to Bicicletas la Estacion instead. They didn't speak any English, so I had to depend on hand gestures and repeating in broken Spanish: alquiler de bicicletas de montaña. After a little confusion I ended up with a mountain bike and helmet and was off on my way.

The Approach

Above Monachil

By this time it was already past 1pm and I had a day an a half left. I was a little worried by the amount of time I had, but I figured I would at least give it a solid try. Having been in Monachil, I new there was a little grocery store there so I figured I'd go there to stock up on food and water. As I rode my bike, I started to realize just how hot it was. It was siesta time. And to make matters worse, the grocery store had decided it was siesta time too. So, no food and low on water. I looked around and saw a map that indicated there might be a store/restaurant further up the road.

The next three hours were absolutely gruelling. The road, Carretera de El Purche, switchbacks its way up the side of the valley. The region is dry and hot. It is gorgeous, but it is not a good place to be out of water. The valley is full of little farming operations, and there a numerous irrigation pools. After a while I began to greadily eye the pools of water. I kept pushing, and fortunately stumbled across an inn in the middle of nowhere, around El Purche. I mumbled something about agua to the guy, and a euro and change, and I got two litres of water which I immediately drunk.

Shortly after that, the road joined the main highway, A-395. As it was getting later in the day, and I was getting higher up the mountain, the suroundings had cooled signifiantly and I was now able to bike at a solid pace. I came across a gas station and gobbled up some ice cream and picked up some more liquids, a sausage, and a mystery sandwich.

With the extra calories and water, I was feeling much better. I saw a few road bikers coming down the road, biking up to Pradollano seems to be a popular activity among skilled road cyclists. I was surprised to find little houses and farms sprawled throughout the area. When you get to Pradollano, stay on the A-395. At this point, the road switches back to gain the ridge line and provide some great views.

The road goes back behind the ridge and back towards the ski resort. The sun was begining to set, and I continued on with the little light that existed. Being the summer, the ski resort was mostly uninhabited, but there was a little activity, and a few lights here and there.

The road continued above the ski resort, switching back to gain the ridge before. After a few buildings there is a gate, at which point the road becomes broken and rough. The wind on the ridge was significant, and I decided to go to bed and continue when I found some light. I found a nook behind some rocks, at the base of a small hill with a small observatory on top; and I set up my sleeping bag there there. There were some goats around and some dogs which barked for a while upon my arrival, but after about 10 minutes they gave up.

At first light I got up ate some food, and went on my way. I had hoped that the wind would have calmed down, but I suppose that is just a common feature of the area. From this point, the road continues winding up the ridge towards Pico del Veleta until it reaches the Refugio de la Carigüela: a small stone hut.

I went to go take a break at the shelter and a found a cyclist already waiting there. It had been his plan to bike over the Nevadas and down to Almería. Unfortunatly, as was now evident, the route from the shelter onward was covered with snow, and he decided to turn around and make his way around another way. I waited around for a bit, and ate the sausage. I have no idea what the sausage was made of, but it was probably one of the worst sausages I have ever allowed myself to digest. I was hungry though, and beggers can't be choosers.

The snow covered road From there on, I continued along carrying my bike, or to be more precise, sliding down the snow slope with my bike. At this point, the road. was completely covered by a 30 degree snow slope, punctuated by bits of rock here and there. I kind of akwardly made my way down the slop to where the “road” began to traverse across here. The road here was still coverd in many spots and so I was half riding my bike, and half carrying it. Unfortunately the slope continued to steepen and carrying the bike became very difficult, and I had to proceed on foot.

To be continued..

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