My initial concept is a mountain refuge, a sort of stone hut camping, and land to grow on. With a long-term perspective to improve, working together with friends, while starting out slowly, day trips and overnight stays, without electricity for the construction and lights(cordless drill, hand saw & candles, kerosene lamps, old-school chandeliers), collecting rainwater, drinking from the spring water, using a wood stove (or camping gas!), natural outdoor toilet (aka: hole in the ground).
lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010
Filosofia de reforma
My initial concept is a mountain refuge, a sort of stone hut camping, and land to grow on. With a long-term perspective to improve, working together with friends, while starting out slowly, day trips and overnight stays, without electricity for the construction and lights(cordless drill, hand saw & candles, kerosene lamps, old-school chandeliers), collecting rainwater, drinking from the spring water, using a wood stove (or camping gas!), natural outdoor toilet (aka: hole in the ground).
La cabaña
domingo, 21 de marzo de 2010
Discovering Pico Enguinza
Soon after moving to Cantabria in 2003 Amaia gave me a book on hikes in Cantabria. This was a regular resource for our weekend hikes as we got to know Cantabria. One day, looking for the closest excursion around Santander, I saw Pico Enguinza (964 m), from Rubalcaba, a short 30 minute ride away. I escaped one sunny, slow morning at work while Amaia was away at her guardia, but was unsuccessful after misdirections from a local, unintelligable Meracho cowboy (term for person from the Miera valley) . But I did get to see the Pozos de Noja and a hidden valley with amazing views of the Cantabrian coastline. I was amazed at the sense of remoteness, only a half-hour out of Santander. But, it was a failed attempt, so I had to try again.
My second attempt at Enguinza Peak, following the official route (and not the Merecho´s suggestions), led me past several cabañas, and one in particular which I instantly fell in love with (actually next to the one I now plan on buying)--views of Santander, a dirt road recently made, solid rock construction...Unfortunately, night was falling and once again, I failed in my 2nd attempt to the top of Enguinza, but was even more in love with this hidden valley overlooking Santander. And I also better understood why this route wasn´t so popular...with my 2nd attempt only taking me to its base, near Pico Marmoja with its little cabañas, which I also fell in love with, see pix below:
Upon walking back to the car I saw the Meracho farmer with his sister and mom (below, finally captured by the sister) and asked about the cabañas, only to receive horror stories of the dangers of the mountain, thieves, people drowning in the ponds, and concluding with thier advice to go home, get something to eat, go to bed and safely watch some tv.
They asked what I did: I am translator; then they asked what that was: I described how I convert Spanish into English; and they continued to ask what was English: I had to explain that it was the way people in certain countries talk...and the sister had to interrupt and say her mother doesn´t understand that stuff... With this in mind, I began to understand the real isolation of these people, and so I didn´t take their mountain horror stories too seriously, and chalked it up as local colour fiction.
sábado, 20 de marzo de 2010
In the beginning

I´ve always been fascinated with the cabaña pasiega in Cantabria thier simplicity, thier remote locations, green pastures, the history of the Pasiego dairy farmers, and their stoneness...a lot of rock: walls, roof shingles, stairs. At any point in a mountain hike in Cantabria you´re bound to visit one of these beacons of isolation lost in the highest mountains and wonder, how the hell did this get here--while in other parts of Spain you´re liable to run into a Christian hermitage up in no-man´s land...here it was all about the cows and pasture.
But what really sparked my obsession were two things: their abundance, spotted along the Cantabrian landscape; and of course, their price tag: 10, 20 or 30 thousand euros for two 45 square meter stories and several acres of land. With or without electricity, running water, an accessible road or just a small foot path. And I thought, hey, I could swing that.
Anytime I would spot one of these stone cabins on my many hikes, my imagination would fly: imagine taking a long hike and ending up here, at your own cabaña, with wood to start a fire to cook on, sit and relax on your stone door steps, drinking from you wine boot while looking out to absorb the mountain landscape. The night bonfire, a hot evening meal...and then waking up the next morning with Amaia in a silent morning mist, only hearing cowbells and smelling the wood smoke from the chimney. Working out in the garden, thinking you have the whole day up here to take a hike, a dip in a stream, and not just a few hour hike, which was our customary escape from the overcrowded, concrete city.
So as it ends up, we´re going to buy one, in Miera, under Monte Enguinza, overlooking the Cantabrian Sea and Santander´s sandy beaches. But, besides mustering up the courage to do so, besides digging deep in our pockets, convincing my wife to go along with my bucolic fantasy, and withstanding the confused look on people´s faces when I told of my plans, the hardest part still remains: La Reforma.
Through this blog I hope to document and share the process, doubts, reflections and pictures, and also hope to get some help in solving some of the obstacles I will face by having a space to discuss this adventure with both the internet audience and my friends who will partake in this project helping me both physically in the labour, and intellectually with ideas and motivation to keep going.
Let the fun begin.