From Cain we went up along all the Canal the Dobresengos to Horcada de Cain and then by the normal route we scrambled to the summit. As we went down, we decided to climb Torre Coello as well. After Torre Coello we went down directly from collada Bermeja to "Hoyo Grande"
Ascent acumulated over 2500m and 15 hours walking
Sunny day in the wonderfull Picos de Europa. We climbed from Pandebano in 5h 45min across Refugio Vega Urriellu, Horcada Arenera and the SE face (normal route, P.D.). Spectacullar and nice climb but the descent is specially dangerous and impressive, you must be carefull with the free stones.
From bulnes to the top...don´t remember the timing..all day though!
How this 'simple' mountain can become tricky...ropes were not officially needed but the broken upper slopes proved to be very tricky (specially in descend). One false step on those loose stones and there you would fall to your death... The approach to the base of the scramble became more complicated than it seemed to be looking at the map....be careful with the highest peak of the Picos...
After the long slog up to the Naranjo de Bulnes hut from Arenas, it was mighty cold up there with snow lying deep everywhere. Leaving the next morning at 4:30am the snow was crisp and hard and as the sun came up it was the most beautiful sight. Striking mountains, cloud lying below the peaks stretching northwards to the see and above all the feeling of isolation.
Crossing ridge after steep ridge, giving exciting scrambling and the sun was well up before reaching Torre Cerredo base. The route seemed obvious following a snow basin and then climbing the steep slopes. Soloing the steep snow certainly got the heart racing and bolts in the rock showed me I should have ropes. Crossing patches of rock in crampons was nervey and big releif reaching the narrow summit and its summit post.
The view all around was incredible and not a soul in sight - which in turn made me put on a bright orange waterproof so if I fell I'd be seen. Going down seemed impossible - tried going in all directions but all the slopes ended falling away in steep crags. Eventually got the nerve and found a snow gully leading back to the route I'd come up. The snow was soft and it was frightening, delicate climbing (for me anyway) back down to the basin. A long trudge back to the hut and a meal but what a feeling. Never before have I felt so alone with that big question of 'what if?'