"Holy shit, this is so awesome" I said out loud to myself as I shifted to neutral and released the clutch. I'd just passed a sign that said '10% decline. 5km'. Starting the descent down a mountaintop in the Serrania de Cuanca national park I stretched my multi-tasking abilities, trying to simultaneously calmly overlook the valley below whilst keeping my eye on the narrow, winding road unfolding before me.
Both were worthy of my full attention.
My ears popped from the change in air pressure, a sensation I'd previously only associated with air travel and freediving.
After stopping the night in Albarracin, a bouldering hotspot in Europe, I'd moved on early this morning. I had originally planned to spend some time there to go bouldering, but I started to miss the sea pretty bad already.
Long may my impatience rule over me.
After breakfast was followed by an unsuccessful coffee & WIFI hunt in town, I decided to slowly start making my way back west again. But with everything being extremely busy or closed because of Easter weekend, a proposed 50km detour quickly turned into an epic 500km road trip.
Making my way down the mountain pass, I kept my car in neutral, much to the chagrin of some impatient locals behind me, but my only real worry was to avoid overheating my brakes.
"Free mileage, that's something you just can't buy," I jovially murmured out loud to myself.
Having made my way down the valley, something big suddenly fell out of the skies and swooped in front of my van. With a snap of its large, Pterodactyl-like wings it was gone again, it's brief appearance in my windshield evoking in me a sense of nostalgia to my pre-adolescent love affair with dinosaurs.
As my inner 12-year old briefly fantasized about having reached some unknown, real-life Jurassic Park I looked up out the window. There were a few of them roaming the skies above me.
"Fucking eagles, man!"