Water tells you where to look in this country. Benizar is a hamlet in the municipality of Moratalla, and the ravine below it is one of the many seasonal streams that run down towards the Segura, dry for most of the year and a torrent for a day or two after heavy rain. The shelters on its sides are small hollows in the rock, shaded in the afternoon and warm in the morning, which is just what you would want if you were a hunter looking for somewhere dry to sit and paint.
The road is quiet and the riding is good. It passes through pine and juniper, with bends that are long and open, and the traffic is almost entirely local. A farm gate or a loose dog is a bigger hazard than another vehicle. In summer the afternoons are brutal, so start early and plan to be somewhere shaded by two. In spring the hillsides are bright with rock roses and the ravine bottoms hold a little green, while in autumn the first storms can leave mud and gravel across the bends.
Socovos, seven kilometres away in Albacete, is a pleasant place for a coffee, and Férez, a smaller village to the north, has an old church and a view over the valley. Moratalla, with its castle, is twelve kilometres off and has the fuel, so fill the tank there. None of the hamlets in between can be trusted to have a pump, and the nearest cash machine is likely to be in Moratalla too, so plan accordingly.
The paintings are in the Levantine style, with small red figures, and nearby are other shelters such as the Abrigo de la Ventana and the Abrigo de Zaén, so you could spend a day tracing the line between them. Take water and a hat, move slowly, and remember that these walls have survived because for most of their history nobody paid them any attention. The best way to repay that luck is to leave no mark of your own, not even a fingertip on the pigment.