The Ebro, like all great rivers, was hyperactive. A few years ago I didn’t stop still carrying sediment now here, now there. As soon as he left them on one side and built a galatxo, as with the next flood, he dismantled it and sent it to the sea, to make the Delta grow. People who have always lived by his side were well aware of his mood swings. The Ebro was an impulsive river, sometimes crowded and dangerous, other times, peaceful and harmless like a lamb.
Like all great rivers, its water gives life, but it can also take it; gives fertile soil, but not always hard. Now, however, as if he were a hypermedicated child, the reservoirs have run out of steam (which many are grateful for, of course). Unfortunately, however, the dams ended the river navigation and doomed the delta. There are now more and more voices demanding that the river play again to load and distribute sediment until it reaches the sea.
The proposed walk goes through the fertile terraces in front of Mora d’Ebre, formed by the river in other times and where families of farmers raised the farmhouses of Mora, the origin of the town of Móra la Nova officially born in 1830. You walk to next to the river, between orchards and riparian forests, linking some of the old farmhouses in the area.
