Distance:
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Height min:
rise Total ascent:
Time: 5 h 30 '(The first part is slow with a large group)
Type: Interpeoples Tour. Morata-Chodes-Ricla-La Almunia
Difficulty: average (Step complicated "the tow")
Hikers: Hiking the Sun: Isabel, Concepcion, Chema, Alberto Carlos and Goyo. Borders: Fernando, Juan and last minute said José Antonio. The average gasoline: José Carlos, Iker Casillas, Javi, Tom, Sarah and Diego.
With the smirk that produces the memory of the stories I'm close to writing the chronicle of the bloggers I meet Hikers of Aragon, or as some have already begun to rename the desserts for the meal, I find the "Peña
After months of absence in the various activities walkers "Gasoline half, my turn to write the chronicle of the meeting most important and grateful to our tour as a group Shining Path, but it would be unfair had to take out Jose Carlos that with such delicacy, passion and zeal, has borne the brunt of the organization and preparations for the meeting.
The after going was not hard but not a morning stroll. We were all groups (sun paths, borders and us) at 8:00 am at the hostel where the dream Morata early start and the timidity of those who own just met painted a scenario somewhat laconic.
We began the march with the Borders 
to the head, because they knew they were the best way to pass the "tow."
On an asphalt road that leads from the lodge across the river from a bridge Romanesque architecture and soon, we Chodes. There we took a right hand turn into one of its narrow streets to direct step by step to where it starts climbing school Morata.
tunnel next to the train and leaving behind us the famous stone bridge, a favorite of all experienced climbers, started up by a track which left the tunnel and you lose a little more up to become a hidden path between low bushes from the area.
unmistakable smell pervaded the talks to mount a while ago that it arose spontaneously among all present. Bit by bit, just to appreciate the three groups had started walking at first blurred and began to form small groups and changing other variables over time that allowed us to know more interpersonal.
The trail rises, finding here the steepest slope of all the way to a small hill where we all regrouped. We spotted the river Jalón at our feet in a cross across the mountains in which we live. After going down to the river we see that we have to cross the river mouth in the Jalón Isuela. This step is somewhat hidden, and a trail that plunges into the thick vegetation of large mosquitoes charged Soto gives us the feeling of walking through a rainforest. We found over Isuela River is the trunk of a tree that serves as a bridge for those intrepid, deep in flour, do not be afraid to continue through the small "forest" of reeds, nettles, brambles and mosquitoes of unbelievable size.
Isuela save the river, continue along the left bank of the river Jalón. 
Road Machado said that as well (but this time literally) we did the walk, it takes between dense vegetation and small flat with cherry meadows and vineyards that were born on the fly or casual and scattered on the ground under our feet.
Soon we arrived at the Dam of Chodes, where we (the gas half) had arrived on a previous occasion, but from the right bank.
Just a few yards the road narrows and begins the most complicated or technical in our tour: "The towpath."
The towpath is that, a towpath on the wall of the gorge that helps travelers save this stretch. The key to moving from the easiest way possible is to try not to pulse with the arms, but let them hang from getting your ass and letting your own weight rests on the feet that support the wall. Thus gradually move forward. After some risk avoidance maneuvers by warmly clothed valance that the walkers who volunteered to be clothed for the smooth passing of the march, and shouts of encouragement and optimism by the other people who were already safe after passing this difficult but fun section (shouts of encouragement for all recorded in the video file Valance), we all go unharmed and dry up the area known Ricla (municipal district in which we are already) as "
After a few steps across the meadow on the left bank of the Jalón, we find the bridge made from sleepers of the railway. A precarious bridge that still pass cars. We crossed the bridge and facing the ditch. Follow the path to our left, parallel to the ditch which rises in the dam above named (Chodes). Soon the central "
From the home of "The Light
This trail leads to another Dam, the Dam of the ditch "Micha" that will accompany us until we get a parallel to the river following Ricla. soon reach "The gorges of the Jalon" through "El Palo del Moro" and reaching no complications Ricla where we regrouped in the bullring. Walking through the village towards the railway station and across this to the cooperative 
there take the farm road which leads directly to the Almunia
In this part of the way and were well defined rhythms and the character and idiosyncrasies of each subgroup. "Borders" and part of "Gasolina" were like soul that takes the devil's head up, the other half of "Gasoline" and "Paths" conformábamos the firing line at a more calm and peaceful. There was nothing left to reach the desired beer on the terrace of the garden square in
What comes next is something that corresponds to value the other bloggers who attended groups, since it is very wrong to praise what he himself organized. However, we knew in advance that the food and their marriage would be liked by the guests, "The average gasoline" does not risk and, with Miguel Angel Mosteo as a cook and friend
Jokes, laughter and anecdotes gathered in the well-watered desktop that led to speculate on the next meeting of the "Rock the Sirga
only remains to thank all the attendees of good weather to breath at all times and carry the good taste that we left after a meeting like this. Surely everyone has their personal experience of the event, but it is clear that we all agree that at least once a year must be repeated.
Here you can see photos of the day and Diego José Carlos.
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