Peñagolosa

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the second edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Peñagolosa"by Francisco José Robles Cruz.

Peñagolosa

-by Francisco José Robles Cruz

August afternoon in Segorbe. As if called by the spirit of a nymph, I heard the voice of the Peñagolosa, packed my rucksack and went hitchhiking.

On the banks of the Montanejos river, alone and naked, I had a good swim when I woke up and hours later, thanks to a free soul and his little daughter, I arrived at Villahermosa:

-Nature, thank you for bringing me. Tonight look to the top and I'll be shining my lantern at you.

Ahead, a crossing with time to risk my life in the Carbo pools.

Exhausted and with little afternoon I stopped; "I can't take it anymore, I think I'll spend the night here".

Something lifted me up, a bend and ... the sign: "Welcome to the Peñagolosa".

With new strength to climb, just short of the summit; two clouds kissing each other left a light to accommodate the sun.

Between tears and laughter, I shouted to the four winds....

"What a day I've made for myself mate!!!"