The Climber's Wife

Posts from the “Spain” Category


Posted on August 9, 2014

Near Lake Terradets in Catalunya, northern Spain, there are a number of worthwhile crags and a fabulous camping spot. The Climber and I wound our way up to the area from Margalef in late spring and camped a few days in the Cellar’s train station carpark. Here we met up with Mark-from-the-carpark, a muscle bound Englishman with the cheekiest smile ever seen outside of a toddler’s playgroup. He and the Climber had a terrible effect on each other’s humour, the conversation swiftly devolving to puns concerning defecation. Fortunately these were delivered in amusing accents, as they had for some unknown reason both developed gay German designer personas. The car park is one of the most convenient that we have stayed in. There is a…


Posted on July 9, 2014

Cabacés is a pretty little Catalan village nestled in the folds of the Monstant range. It features the delightful winding streets, timeless public water fountains, tall church tower and vine trellised warm stone buildings so common in the area. Els Solans is the nearest crag and its grey red rock dominates the village from above. The travelling dirt bag climber and accompanying wife will find pleasant free overnight van parking either just before the footbridge up to the crag (a little lopsided for perfect slumber) or about two minutes before the village, as one approaches from La Viella Baixa. The later was our preference. There is plenty of flat parking and some shady trees a little way off the main road, making for a…

Climbing Chulilla

Posted on March 17, 2014

Chulilla is about 45 minutes inland from Valencia and boasts a gorgeous canyon, picturesque white washed village, hill top castle ruins and (of course, or why would we go?) awesome sport climbing. We drove down from Mother’s Garden to meet up with a robotics obsessed Slovenian (Roboslov?). Nobody seems to mind the gaggle of VW’s parked up from the village for days on end, which allows for a very cheap stay (toilets and wifi can be found in the cafe in the village). The canyon is very beautiful, tall pink red walls dipping down into the creator river – clear and clean and cold. We were there just as the rosemary and wild irises were coming into flower. Climbing-wise there is heaps of hard…

Walking near Siurana, la ruta dels refugis

Posted on March 16, 2014

My darling Climber had, by a certain stage, an overwhelming need to go climbing. In light of my abject misery while previously belaying in the arctic temperatures in Siurana, he had the forethought to find a climbing partner for the weekend. This could not be said to be truly altruistic: I had heard loud grumbles to the effect that my shivering was interfering with his onsight ability. Hrumpf. So I had four whole days to myself and, with the assistance of a map purchased down in Reus, I decided to tackle la ruta dels refugis, a four day circuit that passes through Siurana. The day three leg looked ridiculously long (about 35 km of steep ascent and descent) but I figured that if I…