The Júcar country has a way of making you feel that you have taken a wrong turn and then rewarding you for it. The Abric de Trini lies about six kilometres from Millares, in rough limestone hills cut by ravines, and the lanes that lead to it give you something of that feeling, with villages that seem to have been left behind and views across empty slopes of pine and rock. Carlet, nineteen kilometres away, is the nearest town of any size, in the flat fruit-growing country of the Ribera Alta, and it could hardly be more different.
The ride is rewarding if not demanding. Corners are gentle, with some tighter groups where the road drops into a barranco, the surface is variable, and traffic is almost nonexistent. Gravel can be a problem near field entrances and in the bends after rain, and cattle grids or loose chippings appear where you do not expect them. In summer the heat is fierce, and in winter it can be cold and clear, so the best months are April and October, when the pines smell of resin and the light is soft.
Millares, Bicorp and Quesa are the villages nearest, and all have fewer than a thousand inhabitants. They have bars, but you should not expect to find fuel, which means a visit to Carlet or Navarrés before you set off. It is worth knowing that Bicorp is the village associated with the Cueva de la Araña and its honey-gatherer, so this whole district has long been on the map of people who study rock art, and the shelters around here form a loose family.
The shelter itself, like others in the region, was painted by hunters who lived in these hills in the millennia after the ice age, and it has the typical modest scale of the tradition. Do not expect a gallery; expect a few red marks that take a minute for your eyes to organise into an animal or a person. Take water, wear boots, and tell somebody where you are going, because mobile signal drops out in the gullies.