On my way to Bilbao I had to cross Ebro.
Maybe you remember day 41 as I arrived to Amposta I crossed the Ebro from north to south. Today from south to north.
I drove off the highway and a few kilometers to the river head at Fontibre. Absolutely impressive the river starts in the Pyrenees his 910 kilometers of journey to the Mediterranean. What a distance.
Driving towards the Pyrenees I felt like driving over the planes of Kansas and Colorado and the silhouette of the Rocky mountains appeare.
By the way: cycling in Spain’s interior should also be possible in the Spanish summer high. This morning the temperature that the car messuered was 17 and not higher than 25. Okay it was more or less overcast.
I saw the Atlantic at about Santander and turned towards east following the coastline. Wow, what an amazing landscape. Similar to the Tyrolean one but the waves coming into the bays are fantastic.
