The walk through the forest in Casas del Castañar, sometimes chestnut trees, sometimes honey oaks, is a path of sifted light, creaking logs and chestnuts that hit the ground in their fall.
There is still no vegetative stop and green tinges the leaves in this mild autumn that we are just beginning to enjoy. The experience on each ride is unique and the thrill of the moment we take with us in our backpacks for the rest of the week.