As mentioned in the previous paragraph, we leave Tarazona under a sunny day and, under the same sun, we go back to the neighboring La Rioja region.

This is, perhaps, the smallest of the Spanish regions and the least populated, nestled among Navarre, Aragon, Castile-Leon and the Basque Country. Few people, but many vineyards. A "stained" wine, strong and powerful, as sour as the territory, but fine and of remarkable quality. And it could not be otherwise under this sky so clear, very damp, hot in daylight and cool dry at night. There are a lot of Bodegas where you can taste and try the products, much like our cellars in Langhe, Monferrato and so on. But that is not why we are here, though deserving.

In vast areas around Enciso, in the border area with Castile, many paleontological remains have been found, to the point of deserving the name of Spanish Jurassic Park. And looking at the territory along the LR123 the LR283 and the LR286 that leads to Enciso, seems to be in the Jurassic, expecting, I know, a pterodactyl rather than a diplodoco or a branchiosaurus, coming from the next curve.

After climbing and descending curves and bends, straight streets made with rulers and villages of far west (Cervera), we arrive at the Yacimiento de Valdecevillo, near Enciso (where a beautiful and educational theme park was built for the kids, and not only for them).

It's 5:30 p.m., there is practically no living soul. Let's go back to the dirt lined with what a few million years ago was a passage and gathering area of ​​many species of dinosaurs, leaving many traces, clearly visible and marked. It was our intention to make all the ring as shown in the sign at the entrance to the park, but we did not count with the sun: despite the time, just one hour of walking was enough to get brown, burning (slightly luckily) and go back on our steps. Incredible the speed with which this has happened, and still today, almost two months away, the tanned sign has remained.

We run towards south, on the LR115 first and the SO615 then, in a continuous alternation of valleys and hills, vegetation and desert, something and nothing. We cross Yanguas (the quietest Yanguas in a warm valley), the Barranco of Fuentesalvo, where we stop to admire the panorama and visit another palaeontological site (we have seen the indications of many others).

The SO615 is a scenic road that allows you to see wonderful landscapes, where the sun, the wind and wind turbine don't lack, whilst lacks of traffic: cars can be counted with one hand. We find a parking where anchored and well indicated by road signs, there’s a fountain. We are up, there is no sign of inhabitants, there are no bans, it's definitely good. It's confirmed because I'm telling the story and you can watch these pics. A short stop and begins the descent towards Castlla-Leon. I'll tell you in the next paragraph.
(PS: the wine here, drink it slightly fresh and possibly in the evening, because after a while you will find that you have no legs longer).