Trevenque: the king of the lower Sierra

It was early December and yet dawn portended a glorious day ahead: not a cloud in sight. The mercury showed a mere 13 Celsius and joy seemed to hover on the air. I had left the village belatedly, having driven to Barranco de San Juan and back to check on the trekkers. The lucky ones were setting out into the wild, trailing the track lining Vereda de la Estrella.