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While friends and family in the UK have been shivering under a blanket of snow, we’ve had to go actively seeking the white stuff so took a whistle-stop trip to the snowfields of the Sierra Nevada.
The Sierra Nevada is home to Europe’s most southerly ski resort. Less than 30 kms from Granada, the resort village of Pradollano, in the Monachil region, nestles at the foot of the mountains and has over 100 kms of ski runs.
Once past Granada, the road winds slowly upwards past mountain lakes and pine forests (it’s the time of year for the processionary caterpillars and the trees were heavy with their nests (like little cocoons of cotton wool wrapped around the branches)). I even spotted a couple of Iberian Ibex on the hillside.
As we went on a weekend the road was quite busy – an early start is recommended.
Pradollano is a pretty village, typical of ski resorts I’ve visited in France and Austria, and, it being a Saturday, was busy with a mix of skiers and snowboarders.
NOT SKIING? NOT A PROBLEM
Although we weren’t hitting the slopes on this trip we didn’t want to miss out on the mountains so booked a gondola ride – this was €17.50 each and took us from the centre of Pradollano to the slopes of Borreguiles. From here we were above the clouds and rewarded with stunning views back down to the village.
In the village itself there are plenty of bars and restaurants and, for a beer with a view, it probably doesn’t get much better than at Wax Bar. Sitting in deckchairs in the sun with a refreshing beer in hand was the perfect way for us to while away a few hours.
Later we took a ride on the Parador chairlift (€4.80 one way) which took about ten minutes and gave us yet more stunning views over the mountains. From the top we took a leisurely stroll, zigzagging our way back down to the village where it was time for one more beer before we had to leave.
We took this day trip with MH Bland – it was a long day (leaving La Linea at 6am and not getting back until around 10pm) but, for a first time visit to the Sierra Nevada, was perfect and it’s already given me lots of food for thought for a summer walking holiday.