<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:54:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER AVENTURA ...  ao encontro da NATUREZA!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-9087185204368567265</id><published>2010-10-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:02:27.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagens de ontem ... e de amanhã!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662142458419634" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R6yQ2uIkWbI/AAAAAAAAABo/MLpNwejca8Q/s200/Trilho+do+Azevinho+-+12Jan2007+014.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma vez percorremos recantos desses lugares escondidos no seio da serra. Em cada momento das nossas viagens encontramos motivos para voltar de novo ... e lá estaremos amanhã ... tal como ontem !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta vez foi a neve que nos acolheu e as imagens ficaram retidas no nosso interior. Ei-las ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-9087185204368567265?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/9087185204368567265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=9087185204368567265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/9087185204368567265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/9087185204368567265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/10/paisagens-de-ontem-e-de-amanha.html' title='Paisagens de ontem ... e de amanhã!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R6yQ2uIkWbI/AAAAAAAAABo/MLpNwejca8Q/s72-c/Trilho+do+Azevinho+-+12Jan2007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-3011435563335958737</id><published>2010-06-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:21:32.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Linha do TUA  -  adeus paisagem ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A morte de um AMIGO é sempre um momento doloroso que nos abala e deixa um vazio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao longo da vida muitas vezes procurei o reencontro com as montanhas para atenuar qualquer mágoa ou momento menos bom. No cimo das encostas ou nos vales profundos, junto a qualquer ribeiro de águas brilhantes ou no silêncio do penhasco sempre encontrei a paz necessária para ultrapassar tristezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UjTm4KRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nOFZCcIOFuo/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UjTm4KRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nOFZCcIOFuo/s200/Linha+do+Tua+147.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, para aliviar a perda do Oscar, decidimos viajar pelas margens do Douro e optamos por percorrer a linha do Tua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_RRDBRbXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TNuS2voBahs/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_RRDBRbXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TNuS2voBahs/s200/Linha+do+Tua+079.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UGOH1KvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9wnjUYf09qo/s200/Linha+do+Tua+073.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UUu_hnUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/5DVxlS7W_gw/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UUu_hnUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/5DVxlS7W_gw/s200/Linha+do+Tua+059.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iniciamos o percurso na estação do mesmo nome e caminhamos ao longo de&amp;nbsp;alguns quilómetros pela linha desactivada. Nunca tinha passado nesses locais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seguimos até onde os trilhos já foram retirados e soubemos que será aí, precisamente, onde vai nascer a nova barragem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_T9mNZiUI/AAAAAAAAAts/p6cnphqhX2g/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_T9mNZiUI/AAAAAAAAAts/p6cnphqhX2g/s200/Linha+do+Tua+046.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UcfkcqcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Su2oPJEwocY/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UcfkcqcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Su2oPJEwocY/s200/Linha+do+Tua+112.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois avançamos até algumas centenas de metros após o túnel das Fragas Más&amp;nbsp;e regressamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que se passará na mente da estranha gente que destrói tal beleza cultural e paisagística? Será que nada tem valor neste país? Que povo somos, ou já não somos povo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UMjHH7BI/AAAAAAAAAt8/vefcqL7fWiE/s1600/Linha+do+Tua+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UMjHH7BI/AAAAAAAAAt8/vefcqL7fWiE/s200/Linha+do+Tua+083.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a paisagem única, comparável&amp;nbsp;à fabulosa "Ruta del Cares" nos Picos da Europa, acrescida com a beleza dos vinhedos, menos imponente e agreste mas mais engalanada pelos olivais, emudece a sua contemplação e cresce interiormente uma raiva contida pelo enorme lago em que se vai transformar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lentamente vamos perdendo os pontos de maior interesse paisagístico do nosso ?! pobre País.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não aliviei a minha mágoa pela perda do meu Amigo e acrescentei outra ao meu interior&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; a destruição da encantadora Linha do Tua e do vale que a suporta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu pobre Portugal, quantos mais membros serão amputados no pouco que resta do teu ser...???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-3011435563335958737?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/3011435563335958737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/3011435563335958737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/06/linha-do-tua-adeus-paisagem.html' title='A Linha do TUA  -  adeus paisagem ...!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TB_UjTm4KRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nOFZCcIOFuo/s72-c/Linha+do+Tua+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-5275850621358157567</id><published>2010-06-18T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:34:53.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS AMIGO...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBuEviN4RvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qk-T7H6CgkI/s1600/Companheiro+atento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBuEviN4RvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qk-T7H6CgkI/s400/Companheiro+atento.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 de Junho 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chamava-se OSCAR, um Husky Siberiano de 10 anos de idade. Era o meu grande companheiro de aventuras, um verdadeiro e fiel AMIGO, que não esquecerei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segurei a pata&amp;nbsp;direita e acariciei o pelo macio. Os olhos azuis, fitavam os meus com a confiante calma de sempre, como que sorrindo numa despedida muda. Lentamente, sem demonstrar qualquer dor a sua vida apagou-se. As suas orelhas mantinham-se levantadas como escutando o meu chamamento. O meu Amigo de muitas caminhadas, companheiro de todos os dias, partia sem dor, mas deixando uma mágoa profunda. Nada podia fazer por ele. Nem ninguém...! Despedi-me mudamente, com os olhos embaciados onde lágrimas amargas começaram a brotar. Olhei mais uma vez o seu corpo estendido na marquesa, sem vida, sereno como sempre. E chorei ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adeus AMIGO ... até sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-5275850621358157567?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5275850621358157567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5275850621358157567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/06/adeus-amigo.html' title='ADEUS AMIGO...!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBuEviN4RvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qk-T7H6CgkI/s72-c/Companheiro+atento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-4855858557256221824</id><published>2010-06-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:56:47.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICOS DA EUROPA  -  De POTES a COVADONGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... OS MELHORES MOMENTOS SÃO OS DA AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt; ... confirmados pelo espírito&amp;nbsp;de entreajuda, apoio e respeito, libertos&amp;nbsp;na montanha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBouIRrGFCI/AAAAAAAAAq0/4DISFqzJhCw/s400/PicosEuropa+2010+038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre risadas de boa disposição, a ansiedade de iniciar a aventura e a convivência montanheira, ficam sempre as imagens dos mais belos momentos que a liberdade&amp;nbsp;da montanha&amp;nbsp;permitem. &lt;br /&gt;Dizia eu, que a maior satisfação é quando trazemos a mochila repleta de belas recordações e tenho a certeza que os momentos que vivemos contribuiram para a realização desse anseio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBovAISSntI/AAAAAAAAArU/3qW9Wksstco/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBovAISSntI/AAAAAAAAArU/3qW9Wksstco/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+053.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De El Cable a Espinama ou de Poncebos a Cain, entre a chuva constante e a paisagem que o nevoeiro tentava esconder, vivemos acima de tudo momentos únicos, de rara beleza paisagística e humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi emocionado interiormente que vi companheiros enfrentar a chuva, o granizo, o vento cortante e implacável, o receio da queda&amp;nbsp;ou vencendo a fobia das alturas, sempre sem uma queixa, uma quebra física ou uma palavra de desânimo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBouxbvmZWI/AAAAAAAAArM/PxylTBpYK5o/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBouxbvmZWI/AAAAAAAAArM/PxylTBpYK5o/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+044.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Habituado à violência da montanha, que sempre respeito, vi companheiros sem hábitos desta actividade emocionante mas exigente reagirem com naturalidade, vivendo o momento, guardando na alma apenas as imagens proporcionadas pela paisagem, relegando para segundo plano o esforço e o sacrifício.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBovScOKKbI/AAAAAAAAArc/pKIXWoXbu-4/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBovScOKKbI/AAAAAAAAArc/pKIXWoXbu-4/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+061.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowQdSKZyI/AAAAAAAAArs/wkPBL-6JrmU/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowQdSKZyI/AAAAAAAAArs/wkPBL-6JrmU/s320/PicosEuropa+2010+056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoviOIFZJI/AAAAAAAAArk/D-bV-DAWjLg/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoviOIFZJI/AAAAAAAAArk/D-bV-DAWjLg/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+083.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowfFLBQQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/L0clLIZD58M/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowfFLBQQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/L0clLIZD58M/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+139.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowtw5QWVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/0HfXaOe0Z8s/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBowtw5QWVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/0HfXaOe0Z8s/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+156.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na Ruta del Cares foram as crianças que deram a sua força, coragem e atrevimento, influenciando os menos jovens. Vi e admirei a força e determinação de um pai que não se poupou a um esforço violento de carregar o filho montanha acima; vi o esforço determinado ao longo de 24 kms de todos os companheiros que de uma forma ou outra, com menos ou mais dificuldade, venciam o caminho sob penhascos imponentes ou ravinas profundamente impressionantes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoxL9sHhcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aECFCHQxaUY/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoxL9sHhcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aECFCHQxaUY/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+165.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBow_4eBOJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cxdkDV1Qt7Q/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBow_4eBOJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cxdkDV1Qt7Q/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+163.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoxgD5IKUI/AAAAAAAAAsU/usRBR-SCu-k/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoxgD5IKUI/AAAAAAAAAsU/usRBR-SCu-k/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+199.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoyDoRHF5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/hqCSKVKU3s4/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoyDoRHF5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/hqCSKVKU3s4/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+223.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoyYl7OIBI/AAAAAAAAAss/J8lWAv_Tzkc/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBoyYl7OIBI/AAAAAAAAAss/J8lWAv_Tzkc/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+221.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBo2zWEYN6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/gG2LoGV8i_0/s1600/PicosEuropa+2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBo2zWEYN6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/gG2LoGV8i_0/s200/PicosEuropa+2010+008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um verdadeiro hino de vivência montanheira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Regressados ao parque de campismo, na noite já adiantada, convivemos junto ao rio Deva, à luz de mortiças lanternas, cuja chama parecia mais luminosa pela luz de felicidade que irradiava de todos os rostos cansados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava a terminar a aventura dos Picos da Europa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficava a Amizade do momento, que esperemos se mantenha ao longo dos tempos vindouros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;A todos os companheiros deixo um abraço com respeito e admiração, porque tenho a certeza, dos Picos da Europa&amp;nbsp;trouxeram belas e emocionantes recordações transportadas e guardadas com carinho na mochila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com Amizade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Até sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-4855858557256221824?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4855858557256221824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4855858557256221824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/06/picos-da-europa-de-potes-covadonga.html' title='PICOS DA EUROPA  -  De POTES a COVADONGA'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/TBouIRrGFCI/AAAAAAAAAq0/4DISFqzJhCw/s72-c/PicosEuropa+2010+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-645384371599020905</id><published>2010-05-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:40:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre Amigos ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando em plena montanha estamos rodeados das mais belas paisagens e de Amigos, tudo é simplesmente maravilhoso, levando o nosso espírito para umas férias deliciosas no mais encantador dos locais que a Natureza oferece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fomos à&amp;nbsp;Falha da Calcedónia e levamos, pela primeira vez, Amigos do&amp;nbsp;coração. Foi um dia diferente, colocando à prova (física e interior) a vontade, espírito de sacrifício e alguma coragem dos nossos companheiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vpdGxXKeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ahFQ5pDSoK8/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vpdGxXKeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ahFQ5pDSoK8/s200/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+004.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vp680HTPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GNCep-YaFiQ/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vp680HTPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GNCep-YaFiQ/s200/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+018.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vq8g2pRSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MgoyXbiKhZ0/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vq8g2pRSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MgoyXbiKhZ0/s200/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+038.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vrS50wpiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z5ovWCx89o4/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vrS50wpiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z5ovWCx89o4/s200/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+050.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desde a subida das encostas, até à entrada na famosa&amp;nbsp;"cidade da Calcedónia", passando pelo "guarda africano" e&amp;nbsp;terminando no cimo do penhasco, todos os momentos foram vividos com ansiedade, divertimento e uma&amp;nbsp; grande dose de&amp;nbsp;sacrifício. Mas valeu a pena ...! Que o&amp;nbsp;digam o Vilaça e o Jacinto, a Lurdes e a Rosinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi para eles um dia diferente ...&amp;nbsp; que não vão esquecer tão cedo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vtB4DKAoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6CTCn8s7E4M/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vtB4DKAoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6CTCn8s7E4M/s200/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+080.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vsJFs2agI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9qHfIjtJAg/s1600/CalcedÃ³nia+-+5Mai2010+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vsJFs2agI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9qHfIjtJAg/s320/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas outros momentos de igual interesse vão aparecer ... e voltaremos sempre, com o espírito renovado e a mochila cheia de belas recordações! Um abraço aos quatro companheiros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Até um dia destes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-645384371599020905?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/645384371599020905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/645384371599020905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/05/entre-amigos.html' title='Entre Amigos ...!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S_vpdGxXKeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ahFQ5pDSoK8/s72-c/Calced%C3%B3nia+-+5Mai2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-564052149713246365</id><published>2010-04-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:47:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XX AbrilMarão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Não sabemos estar parados ... no tempo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faltava no nosso "currículo" estar presentes no AbrilMarão. Foi desta vez, acompanhados pelos meus primos, que dizem ter gostado da experiência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rumamos a Amarante e valeu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;pelo percurso longo de 17 kms, nas margens do rio Olo e pelas encostas do Marão. Foi um dia&amp;nbsp;para recordar, pela aventura, pelo esforço e pela companhia do Jacinto e da Lurdes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RvDpTIZTI/AAAAAAAAApI/h3lQDN0Mwqg/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RvDpTIZTI/AAAAAAAAApI/h3lQDN0Mwqg/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+002.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi divertido, de alegre convívio entre todos os caminheiros que se portaram de forma a merecerem elogiosas palavras dos responsáveis pela marcha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pela nossa parte agradecemos&amp;nbsp;à secção de Montanha do Amarante F.C. a recepção, a simpatia, o acolhimento amigo e ... a "aromática e suculenta vitela" acompanhada do branco da região.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Rw7eK8nWI/AAAAAAAAApg/neJCdONpPDk/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Rw7eK8nWI/AAAAAAAAApg/neJCdONpPDk/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+054.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RvPJhndgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QFfAWBBbiIY/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RvPJhndgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QFfAWBBbiIY/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+041.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem hajam por mais um dia de aventura e "prazer carnal" ... da vitela, entenda-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Terminado o dia, regressamos ao nosso cantinho com a alegria de ter proporcionado aos nossos companheiros e familiares um dia para não esquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RwPqPqLjI/AAAAAAAAApY/pXubOCcOvz0/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RwPqPqLjI/AAAAAAAAApY/pXubOCcOvz0/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+044.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RxYnvBbeI/AAAAAAAAApo/D7fgPpFVQgQ/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RxYnvBbeI/AAAAAAAAApo/D7fgPpFVQgQ/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+056.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RxodCVuZI/AAAAAAAAApw/Wfyu7agvGzU/s1600/XX+AbrilmarÃ£o-Amarante+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RxodCVuZI/AAAAAAAAApw/Wfyu7agvGzU/s200/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+065.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Temos a certeza que gostaram desses momentos, tal como gostamos de os ter connosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Até aos PICOS DA EUROPA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-564052149713246365?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/564052149713246365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/564052149713246365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/04/xx-abrilmarao.html' title='XX AbrilMarão'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RvDpTIZTI/AAAAAAAAApI/h3lQDN0Mwqg/s72-c/XX+Abrilmar%C3%A3o-Amarante+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-4621182140940026932</id><published>2010-04-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:52:31.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As últimas pegadas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vamos aos Picos da Europa...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazer percursos nos Picos da Europa exige alguma preparação antecipada, razão porque incentivamos alguns dos participantes nessa viagem ("baptismo" para alguns) a iniciarem as caminhadas "caseiras", hoje em dia tão populares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Das palavras passamos aos actos e acompanhados do&amp;nbsp;Jacinto e Lurdes (meus primos) e&amp;nbsp;do Joaquim Vilaça e Rosinha (nossos amigos)&amp;nbsp;rumamos ao Gerês para percorrer o "Trilho dos Currais", depois de um primeiro ensaio em dia anterior, de Guimarães até à Penha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RoUpxs6tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DzIV5_2PHxo/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RoUpxs6tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DzIV5_2PHxo/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+004.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A subida inicial foi "durita" mas os nossos companheiros de jornada não deram parte de fracos e com mais ou menos esforço atingimos o&amp;nbsp;primeiro local de paragem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Jacinto e a Sameiro resolveram colocar à prova a sua velocidade em corrida e o resultado foi divertido; o Jacinto devido à velocidade no arranque não conseguiu o equilibrio total e mergulhou em queda aparatosa deslizando pelo terreno de verdes ervas ( após bonita cambalhota) sem problemas de maior. Mas que foi divertido, lá isso foi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RolEvYyrI/AAAAAAAAAog/gBCoSHWmJsI/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RolEvYyrI/AAAAAAAAAog/gBCoSHWmJsI/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+059.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois seguimos até à "Carvalha das Éguas" onde almoçamos junto à cabana e nascente de águas frescas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Ro4MKjvdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AFBwx5yCnX8/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Ro4MKjvdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AFBwx5yCnX8/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+085.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descendo para a Pedra Bela encontramos&amp;nbsp;dois jovens (do INEM) que vamos&amp;nbsp; conduzir à Calcedónia um dia destes, simpaticos e comunicativos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RqdaO-rAI/AAAAAAAAApA/cHTCe9HP60w/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RqdaO-rAI/AAAAAAAAApA/cHTCe9HP60w/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+140.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Rp2b1b1SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JFoI7NRBb6M/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9Rp2b1b1SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JFoI7NRBb6M/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+136.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RpQaCqYWI/AAAAAAAAAow/tCpltwHzNKU/s1600/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RpQaCqYWI/AAAAAAAAAow/tCpltwHzNKU/s200/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+128.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Após as fotos do conjunto&amp;nbsp;iniciamos a descida pela mata&amp;nbsp; para a Vila do Gerês, onde terminamos este nosso dia de aventura serrana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma primeira experiência que deixou marcas de cansaço, mas que valeu pelo convívio e pelos resultados pretendidos&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os nossos companheiros estão prontos para a Ruta del Cares e os PICOS DA EUROPA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-4621182140940026932?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4621182140940026932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4621182140940026932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-ultimas-pegadas.html' title='As últimas pegadas ...'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S9RoUpxs6tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DzIV5_2PHxo/s72-c/PR3+-+Trilho+dos+Currais-20Abr2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-4814918856059081808</id><published>2010-02-18T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:30:42.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhando sempre mais alto ... com neve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33Cm4UjULI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6_5hqG2rZOw/s1600-h/Gredos+259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33Cm4UjULI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6_5hqG2rZOw/s200/Gredos+259.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33B4iPOQaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/So0Cje_D6cw/s1600-h/Gredos+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33B4iPOQaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/So0Cje_D6cw/s320/Gredos+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Voltamos à Serra de GREDOS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33CRYXrweI/AAAAAAAAAl8/8MaiKrr-kBA/s1600-h/Gredos+132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33CRYXrweI/AAAAAAAAAl8/8MaiKrr-kBA/s200/Gredos+132.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reencontramos a mesma beleza paisagística, mas desta vez engalanada de branco, escondendo a vegetação, as rochas, os picos,&amp;nbsp;num&amp;nbsp;encantador manto brilhante, reluzindo ao sol escondido entre nuvens metálicas, pronúncio de queda de neve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Aceitamos o convite do Carlos Abreu e do José Carlos Sousa e partimos até junto dos majestosos picos do&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Circo de Gredos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33KAwP0vWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/AtiEkMWadqs/s1600-h/Gredos+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33KAwP0vWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/AtiEkMWadqs/s200/Gredos+045.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o José Carlos, iniciado nestas andanças de calcorrear montanhas e trilhos seguia incluido num grupo organizado, num "trekking" de três dias, resolvemos subir aos Barrerones e a visão do Circo com a Laguna Grande completamente gelada, foi uma das imagens mais marcantes de todas as visitas que fizemos a este encantador lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33Kqyy4z8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/9sr7TOM3A08/s1600-h/Gredos+084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33Kqyy4z8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/9sr7TOM3A08/s200/Gredos+084.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33K7JUD2bI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PUHjfUSLRkc/s1600-h/Gredos+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33K7JUD2bI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PUHjfUSLRkc/s200/Gredos+110.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33CVZ1i7eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4H7q8SAFW-8/s1600-h/Gredos+240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33CVZ1i7eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4H7q8SAFW-8/s200/Gredos+240.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O percurso efectuado sempre em cima de neve, as inevitáveis quedas, um parque de campismo "todo nosso", a ansiedade do contacto impossível com o nosso companheiro em deslocação através da Garganta de Gredos e mesmo depois no Refúgio Elola, as caminhadas que tivemos de realizar para adquirir as salvadoras "correntes" para os pneus, o dormir numa minúscula tenda quase a soçobrar com o peso da neve que caíu sem cessar desde a madrugada de domingo até à manhã de terça-feira, foram motivos suficientes para que a nossa "mochila" viesse repleta de bonitas recordações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33GqSCkhZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ohBwINkt8SU/s1600-h/Gredos+309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33GqSCkhZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ohBwINkt8SU/s200/Gredos+309.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tudo terminou com um brinde de "Porto montanheiro", pelo &lt;strong&gt;"baptismo"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;do José Carlos quando nos encontramos, realizados os objectivos comuns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No entanto, ficou por cumprir&amp;nbsp;o principal projecto&amp;nbsp;do Carlos Abreu&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;subir o Almanzor&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ficará para uma próxima oportunidade ...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-4814918856059081808?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4814918856059081808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4814918856059081808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/02/caminhando-sempre-mais-alto-com-neve.html' title='Caminhando sempre mais alto ... com neve!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S33Cm4UjULI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6_5hqG2rZOw/s72-c/Gredos+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-5208340756288580872</id><published>2010-01-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:28:28.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui ,mesmo ao lado ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por vezes fazemos grandes deslocações para ver pequenas coisas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui, mesmo ao nosso lado, fomos encontrar um local de excelência, proporcionado pelas Cascatas de Fervença ... no rio Leça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasce este rio em Monte Córdova, Santo Tirso e a partir da aldeia de Valinhas (junto ao parque de lazer) inicia uma descida vertiginosa, correndo em cascatas majestosas, imponente pela força das suas águas, que desenfreadamente saltam de rocha em rocha entre impressionantes rastos de espuma. Apertado entre rochedos enormes o rio transforma-se em fervilhantes cascatas que nos emudecem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É verdadeiramente um espaço de centenas de metros onde nos sentimos insignificantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas a beleza desta força da Natureza é digna de ser apreciada. Recomendo vivamente um passeio pelas suas margens de acesso nada fácil, mas deveras encantadoras. Com o devido cuidado, este será um dos locais a visitar em pleno inverno, pois os seus ressaltos magníficos, as suas margens alcantiladas e a velocidade da água despenhando-se em cachões, são verdadeiros hinos à NATUREZA, que devemos contemplar ... e respeitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n50o_JRaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WpGdoUVQsTw/s1600-h/Imag+189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n50o_JRaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WpGdoUVQsTw/s200/Imag+189.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6KTdaOeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8qIXuvPpOzI/s1600-h/ImagfervenÃ§a+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6KTdaOeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8qIXuvPpOzI/s200/Imagferven%C3%A7a+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6WCbnj5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/8jfQ1QEpId4/s1600-h/ImagfervenÃ§a+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6WCbnj5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/8jfQ1QEpId4/s200/Imagferven%C3%A7a+025.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6KTdaOeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8qIXuvPpOzI/s1600-h/ImagfervenÃ§a+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6KTdaOeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8qIXuvPpOzI/s200/Imagferven%C3%A7a+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6QWjKI1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JYun9iVFkIE/s1600-h/ImagfervenÃ§a+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n6QWjKI1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JYun9iVFkIE/s200/Imagferven%C3%A7a+023.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n56Q7fHGI/AAAAAAAAAks/urPJTSBX_Ho/s1600-h/Imag+192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n56Q7fHGI/AAAAAAAAAks/urPJTSBX_Ho/s200/Imag+192.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-5208340756288580872?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5208340756288580872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5208340756288580872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2010/01/aqui-mesmo-ao-lado.html' title='Aqui ,mesmo ao lado ...'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/S1n50o_JRaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WpGdoUVQsTw/s72-c/Imag+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-1307399375583819258</id><published>2009-12-22T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:35:39.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOAS FESTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caros Amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A todos desejamos um &lt;strong&gt;NATAL FELIZ&lt;/strong&gt;, um &lt;strong&gt;NOVO ANO&lt;/strong&gt; repleto das maiores alegrias e que em 2010&amp;nbsp;seja possivel ter a&amp;nbsp;vossa companhia nas nossas caminhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos percorrer os &lt;strong&gt;PICOS DA EUROPA&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;CIRCO DE GREDOS&lt;/strong&gt;, os &lt;strong&gt;LAGOS de SANÁBRIA&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; e &lt;strong&gt;SOMIEDO &lt;/strong&gt;esperando proporcionar a quantos nos acompanharem momentos de lazer e convivência maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até lá, votos de muitas &lt;strong&gt;FELICIDADES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SzC8XQZ9cHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b9mvU5DFtVw/s1600-h/416827607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SzC8XQZ9cHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b9mvU5DFtVw/s320/416827607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PROMONTANHA - VIVER AVENTURA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-1307399375583819258?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/1307399375583819258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/1307399375583819258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='BOAS FESTAS'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SzC8XQZ9cHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b9mvU5DFtVw/s72-c/416827607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-5907604767162191923</id><published>2009-12-05T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:00:43.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestigios Glaciares</title><content type='html'>Localizado na vertente Norte da Serra da Peneda, no extremo noroeste dos Arcos de Valdevez, o &lt;strong&gt;Trilho do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Glaciar e Alto Vez&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;é, sem dúvida, um dos recantos mais rudes mas de maior beleza paisagística de montanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo8sD2IU7I/AAAAAAAAAik/QsOq3wAUdEg/s1600-h/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo8sD2IU7I/AAAAAAAAAik/QsOq3wAUdEg/s200/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O monumental complexo agro-pastoril constituído pelos preservados núcleos habitacionais, &lt;strong&gt;socalcos&lt;/strong&gt;, regadios e espigueiros, eiras e &lt;strong&gt;calçadas&lt;/strong&gt;, considerados um dos mais importantes da Europa, são verdadeiros monumentos paisagísticos de&amp;nbsp;constante beleza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo84wPdpPI/AAAAAAAAAis/6xA5p5Wfp2I/s1600-h/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo84wPdpPI/AAAAAAAAAis/6xA5p5Wfp2I/s200/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo77Zi0QbI/AAAAAAAAAic/kkf2PwfXDX0/s1600-h/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo77Zi0QbI/AAAAAAAAAic/kkf2PwfXDX0/s200/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem cedo partimos ao encontro da montanha, seguindo esses míticos locais a partir do lugar&amp;nbsp;de Porto Cova. O nevoeiro intenso, surgindo e desaparecendo a espaços, não permitia apreciar totalmente o contraste outonal das encostas do glaciar. As&amp;nbsp;calçadas marcadas profundamente pelo rodado dos carros de bois, as brandas onde encontramos algumas cabeças de gado pastando calmamente, as cabanas de pedra ainda preservadas, o magnífico Vale Glaciar e o Rio Vez correndo impetuoso, por vezes violento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo9DFnSvDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SBfv8TR0K6o/s1600-h/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo9DFnSvDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SBfv8TR0K6o/s200/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo9j6dOMGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z2Vw79BN59c/s200/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+084.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;no fundo do estreito vale, tornam a paisagem agreste, um verdadeiro hino à NATUREZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regressamos por um complexo de brandas de cultivo, ao encontro da Branda de Crastibô, hoje praticamente abandonada, rodeada de pastagens de montanha, num espaço de singular beleza, constituindo excelente abrigo para homens e animais. Pouco conseguimos ver devido ao nevoeiro que aqui desceu de forma acentuada. Depois foi o regresso ao lugar de partida, onde chegamos ao anoitecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficamos ansiosos de voltar com tempo mais ameno, com melhor visibilidade, porque temos a certeza que nos aguardam as mais bonitas paisagens das montanhas do Minho, jardim deste nosso&amp;nbsp;Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-5907604767162191923?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5907604767162191923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5907604767162191923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/12/vestigios-glaciares.html' title='Vestigios Glaciares'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sxo8sD2IU7I/AAAAAAAAAik/QsOq3wAUdEg/s72-c/Trilho+do+Vez+-3Dez09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-2333518027296939404</id><published>2009-12-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:36:15.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTONO NO ...GERÊS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxawwU7alTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ot_tMVFVRwY/s1600-h/Celinha+-+GerÃªs+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxawwU7alTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ot_tMVFVRwY/s200/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxawaRjcG9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/9LSleqQg2fM/s1600-h/Celinha+-+GerÃªs+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxawaRjcG9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/9LSleqQg2fM/s200/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxaxDyEYt8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8gaj2QnLBFY/s1600-h/Celinha+-+GerÃªs+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxaxDyEYt8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8gaj2QnLBFY/s200/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxaxanpkWaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KB2F-7hsO_c/s1600-h/Celinha+-+GerÃªs+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxaxanpkWaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KB2F-7hsO_c/s200/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxazQivuS6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/7cvHsisCiXo/s1600-h/Celinha+-+GerÃªs+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxazQivuS6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/7cvHsisCiXo/s320/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após o dia da Restauração da Independência&amp;nbsp;resolvi acompanhar familiares e seus amigos (de Lisboa) num passeio interessante pelos recantos da Serra do Gerês. Passamos pela Portela do Homem, seguimos à Pedra Bela e Cascata do Arado e terminamos em Vilarinho das Furnas. A chuva, contínua, não deixava apreciar devidamente as belas paisagens que sempre avistamos desses miradouros naturais, mas as cascatas e quedas estavam no auge da sua beleza. Valeu a pena o passeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez que volto a percorrer o Gerês interior (entenda-se, Serra do Gerês) revivo imagens de rara beleza, únicas porque vividas no ambiente único do PNPG. Mas se as imagens nos fazem encantar, as notícias que recebi sobre possiveis taxas que os des(governantes) deste &lt;strong&gt;"nosso"&lt;/strong&gt; País querem implementar para as visitas a determinados locais do &lt;strong&gt;"nosso"&lt;/strong&gt; PNPG&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; não temos outro Parque Nacional - são motivadoras de uma revolta interior que começa a surgir&amp;nbsp;em todos os que, como eu, gostam de caminhar entre musgos, azevinhos, ribeiros de águas limpidas e ambiente bucólico destes recantos maravilhosos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qualquer dia seremos taxados para falar, comentar e caminhar livremente ... revivendo outra época, onde o silêncio, obrigatório, imperava ...! Pobre PORTUGAL, meu pobre País!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-2333518027296939404?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/2333518027296939404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/2333518027296939404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/12/outono-no-geres.html' title='OUTONO NO ...GERÊS!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SxawwU7alTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ot_tMVFVRwY/s72-c/Celinha+-+Ger%C3%AAs+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-6586076031695362606</id><published>2009-10-27T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:22:29.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAVE - Aldeia Mágica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tSpR5RhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RlDIWVmix88/s1600/Aldeia+MÃ¡gica+PR13+e+PR14+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tSpR5RhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RlDIWVmix88/s200/Aldeia+M%C3%A1gica+PR13+e+PR14+144.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tc0UQbSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KM8Qxj7MVh8/s1600/Aldeia+MÃ¡gica+PR13+e+PR14+198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tc0UQbSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KM8Qxj7MVh8/s200/Aldeia+M%C3%A1gica+PR13+e+PR14+198.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este fim de semana de início de Outono decidimos visitar, em Arouca, a aldeia de &lt;strong&gt;Drave&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tHN3wOvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/k66mhY2VQK4/s1600/Aldeia+MÃ¡gica+PR13+e+PR14+128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tHN3wOvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/k66mhY2VQK4/s200/Aldeia+M%C3%A1gica+PR13+e+PR14+128.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Perdida e abandonada em plena montanha, rodeada das mais encantadoras paisagens serranas, a sua visão na distância cativa e emudece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por engano (benéfico engano)&amp;nbsp;iniciamos o percurso para esta aldeia a partir da capela de&amp;nbsp;Covelo de Paivô (PR13) e os cerca de 8 kms que tivemos de percorrer, deixaram em todos os participante imagens de rara beleza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas encostas encasteladas em sucessivas manchas declivosas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;toldadas pelas cores do Outono, o rio serpenteando agitado no&amp;nbsp;leito profundo&amp;nbsp;com as águas branqueadas de espuma saltitando entre os rochedos ou&amp;nbsp;precipitando-se em&amp;nbsp;pequenas cascatas, a visão distante da &lt;strong&gt;Aldeia Mágica&lt;/strong&gt; - como lhe chamam - e a paisagem envolvente, levam a que seja possivel considerar este percurso como dos mais belos que até hoje percorremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tipicismo de Regoufe, que atravessamos, contrasta com as minas abandonadas situadas acima da aldeia, onde era explorado o volfrâmio para as forças aliadas na II Guerra Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atravessada a ponte sobre a Ribeira de Regoufe, subimos a encosta e no topo somos surpreendidos pela beleza e imensidão da serrania. A agreste paisagem de montes ondulados é espantosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois é &lt;strong&gt;Drave&lt;/strong&gt;, lugar mítico cuja visão é surpreendente. A Capelinha dedicada à Nossa Senhora da Saúde destaca-se, no escuro das restantes habitações em xisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As lagoas formadas pela Ribeira de Palhais e por outros dois ribeiros dão um toque de frescura no fim da caminhada. &lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é total, quebrado apenas pelo sussuro da água cristalina caíndo em cascata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No regresso, o Vale do Paivô completava as imagens que vamos guardar para sempre, com a certeza que vamos voltar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até um destes dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-6586076031695362606?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6586076031695362606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=6586076031695362606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6586076031695362606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6586076031695362606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/10/drave-aldeia-magica.html' title='DRAVE - Aldeia Mágica'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1tSpR5RhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RlDIWVmix88/s72-c/Aldeia+M%C3%A1gica+PR13+e+PR14+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-6164502748479157578</id><published>2009-10-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:58:20.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Trilho da "Cangosta do Estêvão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando nos desafiam para caminhar o nosso espírito fica ansioso, agitado e logo entra de férias ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aconteceu ontem, na companhia de um grupo de jovens "camilianos", entusiastas, alegres, divertidos, de uma simpatia contagiante.&amp;nbsp; Em comum percorremos o Trilho da "cangosta do Estêvão", entre o Mosteiro de Landim e a Casa Museu de Camilo, em Seide S. Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma jornada cultural, mergulhada nas páginas do "Cego de Landim", da "Brasileira de Prazins" e da "Maria Moisés", com interpretações muito bem interiorizadas pelos nossos acompanhantes, das personagens da ficção camiliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um&amp;nbsp;pequeno mas bonito passeio, descontraído, cheio de vida, alegria e humor, terminado ao anoitecer "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neste cantinho escondido entre colinas verdejantes do Minho pitoresco".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos simpáticos companheiros de jornada os nossos parabéns pelas excelentes representações camilianas; ao pequenino Diogo votos de que este primeiro contacto (adormecido) pedestrianista o traga para o seio dos&amp;nbsp; montanhistas; ao Reinaldo Ferreira o nosso agradecimento pela sempre modelar mas muito camiliana forma de expressar o nosso romancista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nós vamos estar por aqui, ou nas montanhas ... caminhando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/StsVu9VmmqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RdLvqv9E3w0/s1600-h/Mosteiro+de+Landim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/StsVu9VmmqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RdLvqv9E3w0/s320/Mosteiro+de+Landim.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um abraço montanheiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-6164502748479157578?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6164502748479157578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=6164502748479157578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6164502748479157578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6164502748479157578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-trilho-da-cangosta-do-estevao.html' title='O Trilho da &quot;Cangosta do Estêvão&quot;'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/StsVu9VmmqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RdLvqv9E3w0/s72-c/Mosteiro+de+Landim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-1976276509503075338</id><published>2009-10-06T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:23:27.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhando ... sempre mais alto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1yd0if-tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMY-CC3wJH0/s1600/Almansor091004+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1yd0if-tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMY-CC3wJH0/s200/Almansor091004+057.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá Amigos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabamos de visitar a Sierra de Gredos, completando mais um dos objectivos propostos - subir ao ALMANZOR (2.592 metros). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Circo de Gredos, foi um glaciar à 90.000 anos, a finais do quaternário coberto por uma massa gigantesca de neve solidificada que chegava ao cume dos Picos que o constituem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São catorze os Picos com mais de 2.000 metros e a sua imponência é um verdadeiro hino à Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ALMANZOR é o Pico mais alto da Cordilheira, acompanhado por pequenas diferenças dos restantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1ywIJlGEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HskLMsrg5D8/s1600/Almansor091004+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1ywIJlGEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HskLMsrg5D8/s200/Almansor091004+071.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com bom tempo, sem o temido sol mas com uma agradável brisa, iniciamos a marcha na Plataforma de Gredos, em direcção aos Barrerones e ficamos encantados com o cuidado colocado na manutenção do trilho. Deixamos imagens, exemplo a seguir, do aproveitamento das travessas da alguma linha férrea desactivada ...&lt;br /&gt;Bem hajam os responsáveis pelo espectacular percurso até à Laguna Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1zCKtstVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z2IdaK8C2Jo/s1600/Almansor091004+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1zCKtstVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z2IdaK8C2Jo/s200/Almansor091004+076.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao longo de duas horas e meia, percorremos o PR-AV17, chegando ao Refúgio Elola, nas margens da Laguna Grande, iniciando a subida para o nosso objectivo. O caminho (pedregoso, duro e perigoso) pode ser percorrido em cerca de 3 horas para subir e 2 horas para descer. &lt;br /&gt;São cinco horas de esforço violento, próprio para corações fortes e montanheiros experientes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1zXvDpIsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xz-d_wSH5dU/s1600/Almansor091004+123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1zXvDpIsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xz-d_wSH5dU/s200/Almansor091004+123.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A chegada à Garganta del Crampón é imprópria para cardiacos e se subir é difícil, descer é uma "tortura". Mas a paisagem avistada do local é de cortar a respiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valeu pela aventura, pela conclusão de mais um objectivo, pela adrenalina sentida, pela satisfação do ego próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Voltaremos quando a alma necessitar de ser alimentada pelas bonitas imagens das montanhas e o coração nos impulsionar para novas aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso sempre que entenda, venha &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver Aventura com ProMONTANHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;que somos nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-1976276509503075338?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1976276509503075338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=1976276509503075338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/1976276509503075338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/1976276509503075338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/10/caminhando-sempre-mais-alto.html' title='Caminhando ... sempre mais alto!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1yd0if-tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMY-CC3wJH0/s72-c/Almansor091004+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-5557332732924961588</id><published>2009-09-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:15:57.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventura e Cultura ... caminhando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383228634651214466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SrUR6_EYwoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mhOhzkl4LW8/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+108.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao longo de trinta anos fomos calcorreando milhares de quilometros pelo cimo das montanhas, através de vales maravilhosos, atravessando rios e florestas, visitando locais de cultura e história, convivendo com simpáticas gentes das aldeias remotas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendemos partilhar esses momentos e a beleza das paisagens, com todos os apaixonados pela mais salutar das actividades ... &lt;strong&gt;CAMINHAR&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos Picos da Europa, onde apreciamos o Mosteiro e os Lagos de Covadonga;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw17aTVSbZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/thnB--Uxvuo/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+2+154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw17aTVSbZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/thnB--Uxvuo/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+154.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw17qzq5tcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iKoA7PkjoXI/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+2+167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw17qzq5tcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iKoA7PkjoXI/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+167.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde visitamos Bulnes e olhamos o Pico Urriellu (o mítico Naranjo de Bulnes);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw19CylDmJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OjsTN0t7_9Y/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+2+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw19CylDmJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OjsTN0t7_9Y/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+065.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw19TXbTC8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GVg1kVGkVKc/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+2+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw19TXbTC8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GVg1kVGkVKc/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+036.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1-cTM_ApI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6Ao2J8mfKHk/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+1+335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1-cTM_ApI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6Ao2J8mfKHk/s320/Picos+da+Europa+1+335.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou percorremos a espantosa "Ruta Del Cares",&amp;nbsp;subimos Fuenté Dé e caminhamos pelos Portos D'Áliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1-5-jM8FI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qPKXFA-K06o/s1600/Picos+da+Europa+1+190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1-5-jM8FI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qPKXFA-K06o/s200/Picos+da+Europa+1+190.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1-rHPRGWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/l98i18u5w0U/s200/Picos+da+Europa+1+159.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Visitamos os Lagos de Sanábria e caminhamos pelo Vale do Rio Tera até Peña Trevinca;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1_iB29rEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1gaiKmsf8UU/s1600/PeÃ±a+Trevinca-29Mar08+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1_iB29rEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1gaiKmsf8UU/s200/Pe%C3%B1a+Trevinca-29Mar08+016.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw1_xVzgmeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/l5fO2TJRF-M/s1600/PeÃ±a+Trevinca-29Mar08+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw2BP4M7ZMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QnfpI4t_3GE/s200/SL270119.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nos acompanhar, se apreciou as imagens que aqui deixamos, refletindo apenas uma pequena parte da realidade que pode viver na nossa companhia, &lt;strong&gt;deixe a sua msg&lt;/strong&gt; e solicite informaçoes através do nosso endereço informático - &lt;a href="mailto:promontanha@gmail.com"&gt;promontanha@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teremos imenso gosto em comunicar consigo, informando dos nossos percursos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As melhores saudações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helena Grenha / Rui Grenha&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-5557332732924961588?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5557332732924961588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=5557332732924961588' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5557332732924961588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5557332732924961588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/09/aventura-e-cultura-caminhando.html' title='Aventura e Cultura ... caminhando!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SrUR6_EYwoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mhOhzkl4LW8/s72-c/Picos+da+Europa+2+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-6096407335571637588</id><published>2009-08-11T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:21:36.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente ... FUI LÁ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368652315078861490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SoFI1hLaorI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tVI45JBblAE/s200/Urriello+2009+071.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 184px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 232px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manhã bem cedo, ainda o sol despertava, iniciamos o percurso, ao encontro do "Naranjo de Bulnes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partindo de Collado Pandébano, avistamos los Picos Albos; subimos a Majada de la Terenosa, passamos La Monte Varera e em esforço contínuo chegamos a Collado Vallejo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perante o nosso olhar o Pico Urriellu aparecia e desaparecia entre a neblina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descemos pela estreita senda do canal para logo metermos pela depressão de Jou Luengo. Entramos depois em zona rochosa subindo por uma vasta cascalheira. Logo, chegamos aos prados de "Vega de Urriello".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw11j17WUbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eV8zKbNHHoQ/s1600/Urriello+2009+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/Sw11j17WUbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eV8zKbNHHoQ/s200/Urriello+2009+124.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perante o nosso olhar o "Naranjo de Bulnes" impõem a sua imponência e enche o nosso interior ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pousada a mochila - bem pesada - segui até à base do colosso. Encontro um escalador de nome Borja Ayed, natural de Madrid que, após as apresentações e antes de iniciar a sua actividade montanheira regista a minha presença em fotografia. Decido ficar com ele até terminar a sua actividade e retribuo a sua simpatia com algumas fotos da escalada, que registei.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SoFG53kFAfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eb7cqYJOcFM/s1600-h/Urriello+2009+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368650190784102898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SoFG53kFAfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eb7cqYJOcFM/s200/Urriello+2009+108.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 139px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 95px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descemos e após as despedidas do escalador e da visita ao refúgio iniciamos o regresso, com um último olhar de despedida ao imponente rochedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a luz da tarde pouco a pouco a rocha fica tingida de tons alaranjados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o "Naranjo" em todo o seu esplendor e encanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partimos, levando a alma repleta de alegria e o olhar guardando as mais belas imagens deste lugar emblemático e único, que esperamos voltar a visitar e não vamos esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até um dia ...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-6096407335571637588?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6096407335571637588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=6096407335571637588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6096407335571637588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/6096407335571637588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/08/finalmente-fui-la.html' title='Finalmente ... FUI LÁ !'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SoFI1hLaorI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tVI45JBblAE/s72-c/Urriello+2009+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-4011718411836107953</id><published>2009-06-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:38:56.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50iSCP2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vXB6uOyekcI/s1600-h/Picos+da+Europa+2+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350902881988001634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50iSCP2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vXB6uOyekcI/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50Fbg3nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kr9AwlxpTUw/s1600-h/Picos+da+Europa+1+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350902874243128946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50Fbg3nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kr9AwlxpTUw/s200/Picos+da+Europa+1+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50eR68dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UGlMRMRSxAo/s1600-h/Picos+da+Europa+2+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350902880913781202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50eR68dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UGlMRMRSxAo/s200/Picos+da+Europa+2+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI5zuDCHMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XF_cdFPdtuA/s1600-h/Picos+da+Europa+1+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá amigos e companheiros de aventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente consegui regressar a tempo de iniciar as minhas caminhadas de andarilho montanheiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após uma visita aos Picos da Europa, entendo chegado o momento de incluir nos percursos anteriormente propostos, as paisagens, lugares e montanhas de eleição desse paraíso da Natureza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou lá voltar em breve para cumprir um desafio que a mim mesmo coloquei ... e estarei sempre disponível para acompanhar quem deseje viver um pouco do muito que os Picos da Europa, Somiedo ou Gredos nos oferecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até lá estarei por aqui ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um abraço montanheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-4011718411836107953?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4011718411836107953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=4011718411836107953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4011718411836107953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/4011718411836107953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/06/regresso.html' title='Regresso ...'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SkI50iSCP2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vXB6uOyekcI/s72-c/Picos+da+Europa+2+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-2158936075130819391</id><published>2009-01-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:46:47.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mudança é ... continuidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SV-kHsoxKNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dh_QofsMa-0/s1600-h/Lagos+Somiedo+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287124939704445138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SV-kHsoxKNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dh_QofsMa-0/s200/Lagos+Somiedo+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caros amigos e companheiros da montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por razões de ordem pessoal tenho que abandonar temporariamente as actividades de ProMontanha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas as actividades vão continuar, pois a orientação e organização destas vai continuar com a direcção da Helena Grenha que a partir desta data assume a sua total liderança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que o entenderem podem continuar a contactar com ProMontanha e a percorrer os recantos mais bonitos das nossas montanhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero deixar expresso o meu desejo que o ano que agora começa seja portador das maiores alegrias, realizações pessoais e caminhadas na companhia dos guias de ProMontanha, para todos que nos acompanharam e venham a acompanhar no futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem hajam pela vossa presença ao longo de 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem hajam pela continuação do vosso apoio em 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até sempre e um abraço montanheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGrenha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-2158936075130819391?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2158936075130819391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=2158936075130819391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/2158936075130819391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/2158936075130819391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2009/01/mudana-continuidade.html' title='A mudança é ... continuidade!'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/SV-kHsoxKNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dh_QofsMa-0/s72-c/Lagos+Somiedo+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-167083087150992760</id><published>2008-09-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:14:51.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICHA DE INSCRIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>FICHA DE INSCRIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Nome :_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Idade :_________  anos&lt;br /&gt;Morada : _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Cod. Postal : ______-____ _________________&lt;br /&gt;Contacto : _____________________________ E-mail : _________________@_________. ___&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;· Percurso desejado: ________________&lt;br /&gt;· Dia  pretendido para  realizar o percurso&lt;br /&gt;                 _________/__________/_______&lt;br /&gt;Nrº de participantes:&lt;br /&gt;·     ADULTOS : ______&lt;br /&gt;· CRIANÇAS:______  ( menores 12 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SEGURO: Sim                             Não&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Entregar até 30 dias antes da data do percurso.&lt;br /&gt;Seguro facultativo, não incluído no preçário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - P.F. contacte-nos para informações adicionais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-167083087150992760?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/167083087150992760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=167083087150992760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/167083087150992760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/167083087150992760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2008/09/ficha-de-inscrio.html' title='FICHA DE INSCRIÇÃO'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-8967687698746167004</id><published>2008-01-06T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:23:54.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NATUREZA E A CULTURA</title><content type='html'>Aliando a &lt;strong&gt;NATUREZA&lt;/strong&gt; à &lt;strong&gt;CULTURA&lt;/strong&gt; percorremos espaços que hoje admiramos mas que igualmente foram percorridos por ilustres figuras da nossa cultura num passado mais ou menos  distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camilo Castelo Branco&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/strong&gt; deixaram em épocas e locais diferentes as suas "pegadas" ao calcorrear caminhos, trilhos e veredas por lugares que ainda hoje , em parte, permanecem inalterados.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso convite de hoje é que nos acompanhe no reencontro com esses percursos, revivendo Cultura ...&lt;br /&gt;Em Seide S. Miguel e V. N. Famalicão ou Ribeira de Pena e Friúme; pelos recantos do Gerês, em Terras do Bouro ou Vilarinho das Furnas, encontramos motivos para aliar a Paisagem e a Escrita ... e ficmos  mais encantados, mais conhecedores, mais bem formados, deixando aí, também, as nossas "pegadas"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-8967687698746167004?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8967687698746167004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=8967687698746167004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/8967687698746167004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/8967687698746167004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/natureza-e-cultura.html' title='A NATUREZA E A CULTURA'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596589317439963785.post-9107396437852215702</id><published>2007-11-28T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:36:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ProMontanha  - Ao encontro da NATUREZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em cada recanto encontramos maravilhosas paisagens que nos deixam fascinados. Mas as paisagens do Gerês têm algo de diferente, porque são nossas. Aqui ficam mais algumas para que possa apreciar a sua beleza ...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R013khI-07I/AAAAAAAAABE/DULplrYzusk/s1600-h/PR6+.+Trilho+dos+Miradouros+-+25+Nov+07+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="162" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137894219154641842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R013khI-07I/AAAAAAAAABE/DULplrYzusk/s200/PR6+.+Trilho+dos+Miradouros+-+25+Nov+07+118.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 162px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 262px;" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R012ohI-06I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uOe7ZEI0pso/s1600-h/PR6+.+Trilho+dos+Miradouros+-+25+Nov+07+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="165" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137893188362490786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R012ohI-06I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uOe7ZEI0pso/s200/PR6+.+Trilho+dos+Miradouros+-+25+Nov+07+052.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Ao encontro da NATUREZA, subimos encostas, descemos ravinas, e CAMINHAMOS em profunda comunhão com o silêncio, os odores da montanha e o vento ficando com a respiração suspensa quando deparamos com imagens como esta - a LAGOA dos CARRIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Os passeios que propomos são verdadeiros " PERCURSOS DE AVENTURA ", onde a NATUREZA ainda consegue viver ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Os percursos a percorrer são apenas utilizados por montanheiros, pelas populações locais e pelos animais selvagens que ainda resistem e que temos o dever de preservar. Mas a beleza desses locais só pode ser defendida se os conhecermos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;É essa a nossa proposta - &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;venha connosco conhecê-los&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nunca esquecendo que o mais grave atentado a esses locais &lt;em&gt;é o que lá deixamos ou o que de lá tiramos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Se gosta e admira a NATUREZA, venha conhecê-la em toda a sua plenitude e sinta que dela faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Até sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;ProMontanha &lt;/span&gt;- Ao encontro da NATUREZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596589317439963785-5517005306613250056?l=promontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5517005306613250056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596589317439963785&amp;postID=5517005306613250056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5517005306613250056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596589317439963785/posts/default/5517005306613250056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://promontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/promontanha-ao-encontro-da-natureza.html' title='ProMontanha  - Ao encontro da NATUREZA'/><author><name>Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273220575296022971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-EikrJEvrE/R0RElhI-03I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nMnwrQCrKao/s72-c/Hooooo!...Lagoa+dos+Carris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
