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Barca to Begur.

Spain part one.

There are few things that unnerve me as much as tall grass in the spring. So when we reached the turnaround point of our hike and Ben sat down next to what’s left of Moberly Cabin to dig into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a small part of my brain whispered DANGER. ABORT. TAKE…

In most years, the river will be low enough to ford. But this year spring was very late and the water is high.