The glacial lakes became progressively bigger towards the head of the valley. The water flowed out of one into another creating a waterfall by the top of the path down to Trevelez. The terrain was quite barren, with the only green areas being around the lakes and the streams between them and these areas contrasted with the mounds of loose, brown rock that covered the ground. There were few plants to speak of and no bushes or trees. It was immensely quiet and people could be heard talking, but couldn’t be seen in the vastness. Climbers on the top of Alcazaba were probably apparitions and were a result of my imagination playing tricks with my own ambition. It was now 2:30pm and it was time to go. It might take three hours to get back to Trevelez and the path was unfamiliar. The sun would disappear behind the mountains in those three hours and it might get chilly. The trail down was an easier and better defined path. There were a few large blocks of rock and one or two dirt slopes without a suitable foothold, but nothing too bad. A threshing area made out of rock gave a view of the patch of conifers I had gone through earlier. The path I had taken earlier headed off to the left and I shook my head in disbelief at my lack of observational skills.

To be continued…