Malicious: the cursed de Guadarrama

For: Ricardo Coarasa
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Some mountains appear to carry on his name a curse, as if dragged a relentless conviction or weighed on the same biblical anathema, but just hearing his name to be hopelessly attracted to them. It happened at the time with the Hells and Maladeta, in the Aragonese Pyrenees, and, more recently, the Malicious, Guadarrama. "Named" and in the fourteenth century, his curse is of stone and wind, Pregnant beauty of solitude in one of the most impressive viewpoints of the Community of Madrid. Its south face is abrupt, overwhelming, almost 1.000 vertical meters from La Barranca, enough to be worthy of that distinction in the names mountaineering, the Malicious, the cursed.

Better to opt for the more gentle north slope, from the Navacerrada port, almost on the border between Madrid and Segovia. In the mountains should not ever lose them respect, beyond their altitude or difficulty. It is the main requirement for love them. If we started thinking overcome, to submit by summit, sooner or later will eventually get on our site, sometimes painfully. Should ask permission, even implore his blessing, as if we had to appease the fury of a gracious God asleep, the mountain itself. Buddhists and understand: the Monte Kailash or the Qmolangma (our Everest), Without going any further. Their offerings or "bids" to the spirits of the heights implore the favor, the gift of the top tread, a gift, deference. I, I'm not Buddhist, I never forget to speak in the silence of the first steps, while still breathing has not been excited, especially if, breach of one of the most elementary norms of prudence, I go alone to meet the top.

What is the mountain we went to meet him as possessed by an inevitable attraction? Perhaps only in the high we feel robbed of our heavy baggage of banalities, By confronting us as we are (or as we think we are) the naked truth of the mountains. Up there, as stated correctly Messner, "All the masks are dropped". Sometimes, returns the image that is not nice, but the risk is worth. At the end of the day, climbing a mountain involves overcoming internal fears, overcome the difficulties, into the unknown, a metaphor for life itself.

better to take a detour that is born among the bushes to the right of the chairlift and saves you a good stretch of bland track

The first part of the ascent us towards the Top of the Guarramillas (2.265 meters), the popular World Ball, with its distinctive television antennas, que parecen sacadas de la portada de «Objetivo: la luna», the classic Clink. Most of the increase goes through a tarmac. For all that, like me, loathe these endless mountain roads, better to take a detour that is born among the bushes to the right of the chairlift and saves you a good stretch of bland track, while enjoying the company of small groups of tame horses that ignore, and do very well, the stranger walking.

Shortly before reaching, just past a house in winter serves as a cafeteria, to the left of the path is an iron cross that announces the arrival of the High Guarramillas, where the gust is usually welcome the mountaineer. The antenna group, protected by a fence, is drawn to resume a path behind it loses height without complex path hill of Piornal, already hinted at in the distance, almost 200 meters below. Gift meter drop as we climb the mountain is one of those things that tries to avoid any mountaineer, but in this case it is inevitable, for the long cord is a must to reach the top of the Malicious.
The coming to pass is unmistakable. After leaving the ruins of a rock shelter, an old aluminum plubiómetro marks the spot where the slope slips indolent to Manzanares el Real. An ideal spot for cows to graze at ease. Now, turn up again. Past, the road runs between rocky landscape, the latest effort (one and a quarter from the port of Navacerrada) before crowning the top (2.227 meters), indicated by one of these vertices has retired geodetic GPS (destruction became punishable by law, and do not know if at this height it is still). He soon recovered his breath needed to enjoy the magnificent views of the Sierra de Guadarrama. No other place as the top of a mountain to enjoy, neat sitting on the rock by the wind, a sandwich (refrain from energy bars) a drink of water and feeling, for a few minutes, master of your destiny.

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  • eva m.

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    I share your reflections on the grandeur of the mountains and the respect with which we deal with them, Ricardo. Effectively, up there worth no simulation.

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  • ricardo Coarasa

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    Thanks Eva. Everyone lives their own way the mountain. For me part of my memory and I am an essential injection of freedom. Some tops have shaped my life and still do.

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