Cañon del Ebro

The path along the Ebro river leads us to indescribable landscapes. After a few days and not sooo many kilometers along the river, we suddenly find ourselves in a magnificent canyon. Steep cliffs suddenly rise in front of us, with bizarre shapes, astonishing structures, rocky ridges, and remarkable peaks. The absolute highlight is a cathedral-high, naturally formed hole in the rock massif.

The entire landscape impresses with a play of colors from light ochre to volcano orange to deep rust red, enchantingly changing the shades every minute due to sunlight and cloud movement.

The river meanders for over 150 kilometers, creating countless curves and loops until Miranda de Ebro and carving deep into the rock. Steep cliffs and breathtaking canyons up to 200 meters deep have been created. It is breathtakingly beautiful, similar to the Ardèche. However, there are no millions of canoes here, the river flows too wild, which is certainly good for nature.

On Monday morning, our food supplies are once again depleted, and the last crumbs of bread are collected by small cockroaches from the box.

I ask the internet for a shopping possibility, but the nearest minimarket is at least 20 km away. And the Mirador del Ebro is still on our agenda for today.

As we pass a gas station, I decide to give it a try. an older gentleman is sitting in front of the small shop, and I ask him if there is a Panaderia cerca de aqui. I am proud of my Spanish! He shakes his head and sends me inside, claiming that there is bread inside. Señor Gasolina sorts something behind his counter. No, there is no Panaderia anywhere, and bread will not be available until the afternoon.

In the small, remote mountain villages, there is rarely an opportunity to buy groceries. That is why small trucks come to the villages several times a week with daily necessities. Bread, fruits, vegetables, sausages, cheese, or new slippers and kitchen aprons are sold from the truck. Usually, the whole village gathers to exchange news, maintain social contacts, and surely also nourish existing hostilities.

As I sit back in the car, I see Señor Gasolina handing a package of toast bread to Señor Abuelo. Well, we won't starve for sure.

After the breathtaking view from the Mirador, we take a siesta at 1000m on the plateau in the shade of a tree. Zappa cooks a few potatoes with sauce because despite the heat, we are hungry after all the adventures.

The next supermarket is in Burgos. And the potatoes are also eaten up now. So we set off for the big city, 60km away, in the evening hours to replenish our supplies.

As we watch the lightning and thunder approaching after dinner, we reluctantly decide not to return to the Ebro. There are certainly countless little wonders to discover on this river. But at the Mer de Aragon reservoir, we have already experienced a few hot days during a previous tour, and we have already stood with our feet in the Mediterranean at the mouth in Deltebre:

https://vakantio.de/chateaugeschichten/ein-tag-am-meer-3

The Sierra de la Demanda is on the way, and who knows what surprises await us there.