Fasgar is at the end of the road. Year round inhabitants are about 10. It’s mostly a vacation spot for hiking, mountain biking, fishing and escaping reality. Local economy is cows and horses (for meat).

Last night at the mouth of the Valle Gordo a storm came though and performed with heavy rain, lightning and thunder. It didn’t last long, or maybe I fell asleep during the storm. The results were that the farm tracks were impassible due to the amount of water, mud and wet. So today’s hike was 18km all on asphalt. Because this area is so remote as the high season has not yet started, any little towns we passed were mostly shuttered and had no services. We had to plan and bring food today’s and tomorrow’s meals – which added several kilos to the pack.

The day was mostly blustery and rain threatened but I was able to stay dry. In the morning the overcast made picture taking less than desirable but I did get some pictures later in the day.

The Valle Gordo is a beautiful valley and the hike was a constant upwards hike. Fasgar is situated at the end of the valley with a mountain pass on a single track headed out, up over the mountains to the south and into another valley – one of which has a huge historical story with Santiago (Saint James). I will tell you the story tomorrow, but from what I understand, he lived up to his name Santiago Matamoros.

The albergue here in Fasgar is clean, modern and well equipped, and run by a nice lady who we didn’t meet as she was up in the mountains. Not sure if she was leading a hike or just passing the day up there.

Pictures: few but nice scenery…