The Ruta de la Plata is still on my list, and as soon as I get the chance, I’ll give it the time it truly deserves. For now, the most I’ve managed as a kind of preview was to drive a few dozen kilometers, heading down from Gijón past León, like a movie trailer before the actual film. It left me craving more, eager to cruise endlessly down the legendary N-630 without rush or schedule.
The photo I’m sharing today was taken right by that road. After passing León and continuing for a few kilometers through consistently flat but detail-rich scenery, I came across this old abandoned electrical tower. It wasn’t exactly roadside, so I had to walk a bit through the fields. Unlike in Galicia, there were no gorse bushes, no brambles, and I didn’t end up with soaked feet. On the contrary, it was a pleasant stroll across dry terrain, with nothing more than a little dust on my shoes. Two very different landscapes, each with its own charm.
At the top of the abandoned tower, a wary stork watched my every move. I’m used to them flying off the moment I approach, so this time I went into stealth mode and moved with the utmost care. It wasn’t exactly effective, you can see her alert expression, but at least she didn’t take flight, and I managed to capture her reasonably well. After offering my respects for her gracious cooperation, I quietly made my way back to the car and headed home, hopeful that I’ll return soon, ready to complete the journey.
