After the utter misery of December 2017, the first days of January 2018 brought us.. more of the same, rain and, possibly even worse, the soul-destroying ‘pissing mist’..known as niebla meona in the Sierra de Guadarrama. And then on the sixth of January came the feast of Los Reyes Magos, the magic kings(?¡), as The Three Wise Men are known in Spain, country where it is they, and not that skroogey fnurg S. Nic-Cola-Claus, who bring gifts to children of all ages.
It finally began to snow – after several hours of rain – close to midnight on the 5th of January, the Eve of Reyes. Next morning the magical transformation of the landscape was well under way.. at 1800m there was a good 30cm on the ground, and it continued to snow all day. We went up on the mountain train to Cotos for a look, and we took my son’s abu (grandad) along to see the spectacle.
The day was cold but with very little wind, so no blizzard sensations, and we got el abu well wrapped up to resist the elements. You don’t see too many eighty-two-year-olds out and about in Nature on a day like this.
I think he enjoyed it. It wasn’t his first time seeing serious snow, but i guess you forget. Strange how the white stuff can put a face of wonder even on a man in his ninth decade. The gift of the magic kings!
Epilog: the following day it was more like 50-60cm, 70+ higher up, so we got our skis out to do a little sliding on the parcially compacted track leading up from Cotos..
Winter has arrived.