tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21760762892049176552024-02-07T05:40:39.148+01:00The Flying ScotsmanBlogs related to flying my paraglider, walking, cycling, skiing, being in France.Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-41141205926410490702022-07-05T19:51:00.041+02:002022-07-24T22:28:12.900+02:00Day 9 - Refugio de Belagua to Lescun<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I've got a long day today if I want to get home tonight. According to the guidebook it's a little over 7 hrs to Lescun; but then I've got over 2 hours hiking to the station at Bedous to get the train back to Pau. Of course, there's also the possibility of getting a lift from Lescun to Bedous…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kp7w0nNyEH6Ad_HuzpZQmRto5qXFAcyelDH0KaWPI00KHPFAJo3OG6NNdVyxkPJUyqmXL1zSsac1--Y3jPaJwx7VrNrlQ1IqnDGGBKNLgr4ScI9J04n0cLDMTE25dgnuxxjYbKbyHmVL6cDqpGxEBfcL_4o3zu6C7YR0x6IYxtBLc0BFU_vxwcJrmw/s3264/IMG_20220705_094750034.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kp7w0nNyEH6Ad_HuzpZQmRto5qXFAcyelDH0KaWPI00KHPFAJo3OG6NNdVyxkPJUyqmXL1zSsac1--Y3jPaJwx7VrNrlQ1IqnDGGBKNLgr4ScI9J04n0cLDMTE25dgnuxxjYbKbyHmVL6cDqpGxEBfcL_4o3zu6C7YR0x6IYxtBLc0BFU_vxwcJrmw/w400-h225/IMG_20220705_094750034.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pleasant hiking in the beech forest</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I get away just after 8.30 and the route goes through a shady beech forest - very pleasant hiking. It's a gradual but steady climb but as I gain altitude the scenery becomes more rock and less vegetation. The rock in this part of the Pyrénées is limestone and it gives a crazy 'karst' landscape. I experienced it when I climbed the nearby Pic d'Anie and found it a little scary. Rock features like crevasses, little cliffs and pinnacles form a maze, just like a glacier, and getting to a point just 100 m away can involve lots of back-tracking and detours. You can waste a lot of time! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwESi6R4lwI-dLLqKadoVH-5wRl8EkTSM3yQry-jesGCfGA5Fi97C8n8h89hX8vbHQaTtEFlyP9Whjpls7bmQsdjpHAFjAnGxu7gMG98ZfmLMohvvN5oEvH4DFPpBvZ2BUNcT6w1bNPBwIHgbKXqu0s2f3IrQ6lGriWGFRm0gfinjXyxLQ2xvRSbybRA/s3264/IMG_20220705_121555504.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwESi6R4lwI-dLLqKadoVH-5wRl8EkTSM3yQry-jesGCfGA5Fi97C8n8h89hX8vbHQaTtEFlyP9Whjpls7bmQsdjpHAFjAnGxu7gMG98ZfmLMohvvN5oEvH4DFPpBvZ2BUNcT6w1bNPBwIHgbKXqu0s2f3IrQ6lGriWGFRm0gfinjXyxLQ2xvRSbybRA/w400-h225/IMG_20220705_121555504.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A maze of limestone</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Here, though, the HRP coincides with a Spanish GR and that means red and white stripes. This made a big difference and things weren't anything like as bad as I experienced on the Pic d'Anie. After about 4 hours I arrived at the Col d'Anaye on the border and descended into France to the source of the Marmitou where I stopped for lunch and filled up my hydration system. By now it's obvious I'll get home tonight, it's just a question of when.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gIPAgxF8SNYOkYSYC_Tt86k2NWRvwuH4GA4vvlddm9P1NgksHLbQOoM8TWw5b7_SmBCkO500tVHRp156xud1sDBAC6zTkR-Z4tYXwMAmQEZtXd9RuJ07A0aNb_dnEamlfZ-cdwehpA59T4qHegJ-wEvRhHjhQMbwrPefFetFK0EFQ_kCZ_7nG9CF0g/s3264/IMG_20220705_125315823.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gIPAgxF8SNYOkYSYC_Tt86k2NWRvwuH4GA4vvlddm9P1NgksHLbQOoM8TWw5b7_SmBCkO500tVHRp156xud1sDBAC6zTkR-Z4tYXwMAmQEZtXd9RuJ07A0aNb_dnEamlfZ-cdwehpA59T4qHegJ-wEvRhHjhQMbwrPefFetFK0EFQ_kCZ_7nG9CF0g/w400-h225/IMG_20220705_125315823.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">At the Col d'Anaye, looking down into France; Lescun is under the clouds</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">There followed some long but very simple walking downhill to Lescun under the clouds. I'd never been into the village before and took some time to explore it. At this point I started walking to the station, hoping to hitch a lift - but there were no cars! I'd covered a couple of kilometers before the first car arrived, I stuck out my thumb and …. it stopped for me!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaee1bEFqdsyvozCflA8VLgUwi6UurPEtpnS7lkT7V8Iu2ZurpREBBzz09tuDpcxtrBnTP9WSWvjYMSgf3pAhQPtR-RslxYMC5-93mml4hfF8AncXR4-PnuL7ruTrpeFmb9TE3G3-DNCJKIltrrypo-2cRd_suH2anI73Xy7CWQ8jFprKFEPGNVTiNcg/s3264/IMG_20220705_161556144_BURST001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaee1bEFqdsyvozCflA8VLgUwi6UurPEtpnS7lkT7V8Iu2ZurpREBBzz09tuDpcxtrBnTP9WSWvjYMSgf3pAhQPtR-RslxYMC5-93mml4hfF8AncXR4-PnuL7ruTrpeFmb9TE3G3-DNCJKIltrrypo-2cRd_suH2anI73Xy7CWQ8jFprKFEPGNVTiNcg/w400-h225/IMG_20220705_161556144_BURST001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arriving in Lescun</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>The driver turns out to be the gardienne at the Refuge de l'Abérouat, a refuge near Lescun on the GR10. She tells me she's got to do some shopping at the local supermarket but then she'll drop me off at the station. I do a quick calculation and it means I can get the train at 5.30 pm. And that's how it works out - I'm back in Pau just after 7 pm and home just after 7.30. </span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZMJ-xkP_ZYvp-apmc3dJ0KZ3NbwviAIbg3LXAbhYtdxJTyFzEF8Yg9P6Uaenmi3DTMtCAPt_qz-i7QjmtI7-cHL4OWCjuTQoMbmlBfr9wA_wS5lZXo_CzfS3GOVU-F7Uv5MZ7El6K3in_R2YAjUPtEFLCiuFhVgddGzeFkWr5i9NgUTIprZMhQMpHQ/s3264/IMG_20220705_171957948_HDR.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZMJ-xkP_ZYvp-apmc3dJ0KZ3NbwviAIbg3LXAbhYtdxJTyFzEF8Yg9P6Uaenmi3DTMtCAPt_qz-i7QjmtI7-cHL4OWCjuTQoMbmlBfr9wA_wS5lZXo_CzfS3GOVU-F7Uv5MZ7El6K3in_R2YAjUPtEFLCiuFhVgddGzeFkWr5i9NgUTIprZMhQMpHQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220705_171957948_HDR.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The train back to Pau</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I've finally got the HRP started!</span></p></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-66341523838381802532022-07-04T19:39:00.035+02:002022-07-24T22:23:41.238+02:00Day 8 - Cabane d'Ardené to Refugio de Belagua<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I've got a relatively short day to the Refugio de Belagua today, so I'm not in too much of a hurry to get up. My two young friends are debating how much further than me they are going to hike today - either an extra 4 hrs (in guidebook time) or 7 hrs. I get up as they are leaving and wish them a good day. I have a leisurely breakfast and then comes the moment I've been dreading - putting my wet gear back on.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD67Wjy3zckgH9p3j7FTZYZ0L1jaCSpXXxMgCtojuhdN6C99EgvDV4bsj3mkBZJuNFihfIkq8IefUs3EBDtFb29j3fsWR12g4-sU3GAQ0ARleooyumQoemYuC_dcxjHf7rzqBGdBStQfRYPZ41Nc6PE7XXTKTKa7hSKD5ojrhIO9me7WKtAVfvAjbtQ/s3264/IMG_20220704_102456529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD67Wjy3zckgH9p3j7FTZYZ0L1jaCSpXXxMgCtojuhdN6C99EgvDV4bsj3mkBZJuNFihfIkq8IefUs3EBDtFb29j3fsWR12g4-sU3GAQ0ARleooyumQoemYuC_dcxjHf7rzqBGdBStQfRYPZ41Nc6PE7XXTKTKa7hSKD5ojrhIO9me7WKtAVfvAjbtQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220704_102456529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Walking on a faint path on a compass bearing back to the frontier ridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I start hiking and I'm still in the mist; I follow a very faint path on a compass bearing and pop out of the mist just below the frontier ridge. The hike follows the ridge again, but it detours below the bigger, rockier summits, first on the Spanish side, then on the French side before going back over to the Spanish side. From here there is a long, gradual descent to the hut; there were clouds spilling over a pass (the Port d'Ourdayté) from France, putting me back in the mist for part of the descent.</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84CZUtIBx3gZbeUSPN-iM8dVQFMAfX5tKr1Fek5hDJ-x826E3Gm0h0cd8PurJeJxQP-twZy-ZNSVLYcR7kWN7HzCCsOfueIb4oZYjAtldugQfrzAb5egdMMN0NLoXKdVnmj3wLSPqhDF11LBtdhbor6xtLenvbhBjYLUaGB41T9_1JBkYn0dBjpepXA/s3264/IMG_20220704_113827027.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84CZUtIBx3gZbeUSPN-iM8dVQFMAfX5tKr1Fek5hDJ-x826E3Gm0h0cd8PurJeJxQP-twZy-ZNSVLYcR7kWN7HzCCsOfueIb4oZYjAtldugQfrzAb5egdMMN0NLoXKdVnmj3wLSPqhDF11LBtdhbor6xtLenvbhBjYLUaGB41T9_1JBkYn0dBjpepXA/w400-h225/IMG_20220704_113827027.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Horses just before the Port de Belhay</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahymQpQIinJznEwwVG2paHd3ktIrCrBAzAuAxMOTnJAlRnrQ8XVbwgVDNvH-07-r9XnnR10SNosTvSFxFz-2YQG3wtZfpO9ErywtEQMQHjloCuWsn_azdQy6uW8e4YOXXvklFAsCfycs621ldjsvu-_rbk1OGLtrQXYk8Ku6UBYAiSUmSr9Guv84veQ/s3264/IMG_20220704_122630324.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahymQpQIinJznEwwVG2paHd3ktIrCrBAzAuAxMOTnJAlRnrQ8XVbwgVDNvH-07-r9XnnR10SNosTvSFxFz-2YQG3wtZfpO9ErywtEQMQHjloCuWsn_azdQy6uW8e4YOXXvklFAsCfycs621ldjsvu-_rbk1OGLtrQXYk8Ku6UBYAiSUmSr9Guv84veQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220704_122630324.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Clouds spilling over the Port d'Ourdayté; the hut is a white dot in the center</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The Refugio de Belagua has been closed since 2004 and only re-opened recently. It's only at 1428 m - most huts are higher, typically above 2000 meters. And it's right beside a road and a big car park! There's not many mountain huts where motor bikers stop for lunch, but this is one. That aside, it was very nice and felt very modern; I got installed in a dormitory, had a shower and then had a beer at the bar. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The evening meal was very good; it had two soups - gazpacho (a cold soup) and then a more traditional lentil soup. By the time I went to bed I discovered the dormitory was full up and there was a snorer. This gave me a chance to use the most valuable bit of hiking equipment measured by either price or weight - earplugs. I slept soundly and I hope the others had packed their earplugs!</span></p></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-79552202307993193542022-07-03T19:27:00.046+02:002022-07-24T22:22:36.466+02:00Day 7 - Col Bagargui to Cabane d'Ardené<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Today is a long day that pretty much follows the frontier ridge all day. In the process, you climb the Pic d'Ohry - at just over 2000 m it's the highest peak so far on the hike. Accommodation is in an unmanned cabane and this lends a bit of uncertainty to the day - you don't know if you'll be alone or there will be a crowd there. Because it's a long day and there's no water on the trail, I take some extra water in addition to my usual 2 liter hydration system. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmQwzbolwToCjOrChH1sYiky1ZS9pYTIXXwx1p4_8ggcpiRIDsI5CPES8YU7sfGKo_XWD_dVIv9h1r3Kbfv5saTfPzJlD7xSr4SBWO0hXGbO2eAr5eRON4q08UOX93LGFYbGukh6vns5syL7MHj62mlmrtvc6wpAw1nKM8QGcyiQB-hn9IbSda0OJBQ/s3264/IMG_20220703_101532514.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmQwzbolwToCjOrChH1sYiky1ZS9pYTIXXwx1p4_8ggcpiRIDsI5CPES8YU7sfGKo_XWD_dVIv9h1r3Kbfv5saTfPzJlD7xSr4SBWO0hXGbO2eAr5eRON4q08UOX93LGFYbGukh6vns5syL7MHj62mlmrtvc6wpAw1nKM8QGcyiQB-hn9IbSda0OJBQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220703_101532514.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The mist clears and progress improves</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The forecast gives a 50% chance of storms from around 8.00 pm, so I start hiking by 9.00 am. I make good progress for the first half hour or so but then I'm in the clouds and can only see about 10 meters ahead. There isn't really a path (or, rather, there are lots of paths made by cows) and there are no landmarks to follow, so I'm navigating by map and compass and progress slows a lot. I'm looking at my map and concluding I need to follow a dirt road when the mist clears and I can see the route beyond the dirt road all the way to …. the Pic d'Ohry. Quite a relief! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdl7gVmQSp3nIMBe1CFFNQd81Ydqe5zWQZtDtfxWNKOW9loXgYo4VOQ2vGSh9bU8_ZUnuLnrwER3yKkL006aQzk5DLGLtFQqvwVCtCHMWd6cLut5wRh3hmEz0MyNu-RwkB55JaspvHsKh1ZlBP8XYNUvb1AlQhqqEU2Hez8n79uZ052U-Vwb4_Kwl6Q/s3264/IMG_20220703_113242614.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdl7gVmQSp3nIMBe1CFFNQd81Ydqe5zWQZtDtfxWNKOW9loXgYo4VOQ2vGSh9bU8_ZUnuLnrwER3yKkL006aQzk5DLGLtFQqvwVCtCHMWd6cLut5wRh3hmEz0MyNu-RwkB55JaspvHsKh1ZlBP8XYNUvb1AlQhqqEU2Hez8n79uZ052U-Vwb4_Kwl6Q/w400-h225/IMG_20220703_113242614.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Approaching the base of the Pic d'Ohry and second breakfast</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The hike continues in clear air until I get to the bottom of the Pic d'Ohry where I stop for a second breakfast and admire the hill - it's a big lump. The climb is pretty steep; from time to time there is a nice breeze blowing from the south, but, when it isn't there, it's a hot and sweaty climb. About halfway up the climb there's a sharp little ridge to cross. By the time I reach the summit I've made up for the time I lost in the mist and I'm back on guidebook schedule. From the summit I descend down the ridge to the Port de Larrau (a col where a road crosses the frontier) and stop for a bit of a break (and get back off guidebook schedule!).</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV8at1KWPJoqONpPPy61dxgiS_J9fayR638QjelAZCuUTI2U6bqDiFc25oBDC0py7d1bbFBc-jjwe9561z2iw0gZAXhuFQN5OBhMISTDVqdp2AFi29J9pych5xI6dYLK_P96nGTiOAr4mo974pzUDI8V7Fta4ZbrIWape9l-u2ILPs7h7Fdjdug3S3A/s3264/IMG_20220703_155113178.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV8at1KWPJoqONpPPy61dxgiS_J9fayR638QjelAZCuUTI2U6bqDiFc25oBDC0py7d1bbFBc-jjwe9561z2iw0gZAXhuFQN5OBhMISTDVqdp2AFi29J9pych5xI6dYLK_P96nGTiOAr4mo974pzUDI8V7Fta4ZbrIWape9l-u2ILPs7h7Fdjdug3S3A/w400-h225/IMG_20220703_155113178.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vulture just beside the Port de Larrau; there are lots of raptors on the ridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The hike continues along the border ridge but it's rounded now, and the ups and downs are more reasonable. It's very pleasant hiking but I'm keeping one eye on the clouds over in Spain and it's obvious there will be a storm this evening. There's a steep descent to the north of the ridge I can use to reach a dirt road leading to the cabane if the storm arrives too soon, but I continue along the ridge. When I arrive at the Col Elhurrosoko I head down to the cabane just as distant rumblings of thunder can be heard over in Spain. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc1r2afbZPGf9LcEBp1jmNjQQrsQH0hM0pCKDTOcOgk2cpcTFPbdPKHjSQHfucqrxrqUJrUXvRwDCYBpX87qi-ZJX5F3ChpF8Gnnm4XyTwNqQbm6MxaycNW1SoMcdeh1vDs8JmRLUfQ_ojoCUI7iFRMUC_HxYndYu-6VZPCeEfSjIMRrB4catKj0xUQ/s3264/IMG_20220703_155519270.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc1r2afbZPGf9LcEBp1jmNjQQrsQH0hM0pCKDTOcOgk2cpcTFPbdPKHjSQHfucqrxrqUJrUXvRwDCYBpX87qi-ZJX5F3ChpF8Gnnm4XyTwNqQbm6MxaycNW1SoMcdeh1vDs8JmRLUfQ_ojoCUI7iFRMUC_HxYndYu-6VZPCeEfSjIMRrB4catKj0xUQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220703_155519270.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pleasant hiking on the rounded frontier ridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm well down from the ridge with my rain jacket on when the storm arrives at around 5.00 pm. It's heavy rain and then grape-sized hail with distant peals of thunder; my rain jacket does a great job of keeping my top half dry but very quickly the rest of me is soaked. I splash downwards, passing cows and horses that look as miserable as I feel. The rain has just stopped when I arrive at the cabane and I'm greeted by 2 young guys doing the HRP who just beat the storm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I get changed and make some tea and share some cake with my fellow HRPers. They are doing what they call double days; each day, they hike 2 day's worth of the HRP. Today, they had a 'rest day' by only doing a single day! By this time, the sun is shining again but only for about 15 minutes before the mist descends on us for the night.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Later on a French guy doing the HRP in the opposite direction arrives. We all cook our own meals and go to bed. I sleep fine until my super-light air mattress (Thermarest Uberlite) springs a leak - I sleep less well after that.</span></p><div><br /></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-35459844982094256982022-07-02T18:40:00.038+02:002022-07-24T22:20:53.148+02:00Day 6 - Egurgui to Col Bagargui<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUWf76wvtq9iprP3UMFb22IfLMeWlna3-A4fWKAX_stMsKtTJFewi9ea8xiqrObfIKskPDvWE3oMdTc8_EP4yE7jmfIEtHaQ1BE6IQ8byK63vnbmbL_WDD7YgMn2q-zuL45kiXwqi2qBA-6QnYk6pOKuRTvRj2FFWGFjLmqKycd_6PHwv5z4441W7cQ/s3264/IMG_20220702_104846759.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUWf76wvtq9iprP3UMFb22IfLMeWlna3-A4fWKAX_stMsKtTJFewi9ea8xiqrObfIKskPDvWE3oMdTc8_EP4yE7jmfIEtHaQ1BE6IQ8byK63vnbmbL_WDD7YgMn2q-zuL45kiXwqi2qBA-6QnYk6pOKuRTvRj2FFWGFjLmqKycd_6PHwv5z4441W7cQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220702_104846759.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Towards the top of the pathless slope, looking back on yesterday's hiking</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I had seen a forecast back in Roncesvalles that predicted 30C temperatures today, so I made an early start. The day started with a climb up a steep grass slope where the guidebook warns you that there really isn't any path. It sounds a bit ominous but it turned out to be fairly reasonable. It's an open slope, the gradient eases after the start, you can see where you need to get to and the lack of a path means you don't need to worry about losing the trail! After about an hour of climbing I arrived at a ridge where I joined a decent path and headed north east.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-P9srOp633c2FryyCufO2Z56EYNC2JSalr3ypIR3YoF5sr8HdalFHPHOakmd1YpWubybwA9-iD2tASlUuBSIGuDcrWuEb7Zhdp7Y7zkVQEIfFyXfYBJ8i05nIE6XSdJtUU9zCL1s0yIZbOYjcLAGWWbtNlwRZ-2QpS0jTCG6XjFTokW9nNM3iLV7MmA/s3264/IMG_20220702_105401553.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-P9srOp633c2FryyCufO2Z56EYNC2JSalr3ypIR3YoF5sr8HdalFHPHOakmd1YpWubybwA9-iD2tASlUuBSIGuDcrWuEb7Zhdp7Y7zkVQEIfFyXfYBJ8i05nIE6XSdJtUU9zCL1s0yIZbOYjcLAGWWbtNlwRZ-2QpS0jTCG6XjFTokW9nNM3iLV7MmA/w400-h225/IMG_20220702_105401553.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Joining a decent path below the ridge of Urkulu</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />After a couple of hours of relatively flat hiking, first contouring a slope then across a plateau, I joined the GR10. After some of the hiking on the last two days this felt like a motorway! There wasn't any shade and the temperature was rising, so when the trail descended from the Plateau d'Okabe into a wood, I took the opportunity of having a shady lunch. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahnlF9ynKVq4u44OF1cytmHA6Idl5H10XmQV887FPv7Q8R1p1Rrm87x5FvnhIv-gLnRmBE6I0PPksoP_Umc-sISjCYbnWOtRxIYTgeLu26Mjks4z9eevDeobxKQNlAxODnXpZ-NhzMt6SNepito9wie0OsVHVVWNZhg4AQoiMGacPAKBumjxbLHC-8w/s3264/IMG_20220702_121755690.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahnlF9ynKVq4u44OF1cytmHA6Idl5H10XmQV887FPv7Q8R1p1Rrm87x5FvnhIv-gLnRmBE6I0PPksoP_Umc-sISjCYbnWOtRxIYTgeLu26Mjks4z9eevDeobxKQNlAxODnXpZ-NhzMt6SNepito9wie0OsVHVVWNZhg4AQoiMGacPAKBumjxbLHC-8w/w400-h225/IMG_20220702_121755690.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Following the GR10 on the Plateau d'Okabe; Pic d'Ohry in the distance</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I resumed hiking with a descent through woods and then a hot walk along an unshaded valley road. The day's hiking ended with a climb through woods up to the Chalets d'Iraty. There I booked into my night's accommodation, the gîte d'étape at the Col Bagargui, and visited a small food shop where I bought myself a well earned ice cream and some supplies for the next few days. I took my evening meal in a resto beside the gîte, and very nice it was too!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-77751235325193129182022-07-01T18:28:00.025+02:002022-07-24T22:19:30.924+02:00HRP Day 5 - Roncesvalles to Egurgui<p><span style="font-family: arial;">After my rest (or bad weather) day in La Posada, I'm glad to see it's dry but Roncesvalles is at nearly 1000 m and it's still in the clouds. The day starts with a walk uphill back to the col and then a gradual climb in the mist to the Col Lepoeder. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEjuK_QqA1LXJqvxIRs7paWs3ORQPwJ3bWUdYFynF7Um0MZTWyUxbtiPaptbQeBnny7sVhumdJ95d0-GcZ6_h-DlURa39DeGmioVJSCPncdqGnpOOh22MAlHjF3bFYI8mnwEoQG1NXrZCeG2AaiSH3_QFRKWnQPyGy2njhlDqKP13ny39eKJ2I5322A/s3264/IMG_20220701_110341192.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEjuK_QqA1LXJqvxIRs7paWs3ORQPwJ3bWUdYFynF7Um0MZTWyUxbtiPaptbQeBnny7sVhumdJ95d0-GcZ6_h-DlURa39DeGmioVJSCPncdqGnpOOh22MAlHjF3bFYI8mnwEoQG1NXrZCeG2AaiSH3_QFRKWnQPyGy2njhlDqKP13ny39eKJ2I5322A/w400-h225/IMG_20220701_110341192.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Emerging slowly from the mist</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">For the next 30 minutes or so, I'm walking on the Camino as the sky clears. The pilgrims are headed in the other direction and there are lots of them - I seem to be exchanging "Bon Camino" every 2 minutes or so! Crossing the Pyrénées is a big day for the pilgrims and they'll soon be heading downhill to Roncesvalles and then out of the mountains. There are also little memorials to pilgrims that died as well as emergency communications and a shelter. It was fun while it lasted, but I was quite glad when the HRP left the Camino behind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcnRhmUMJ8l7UP_q4mnvFqJ4JsathdB_M5LH2cCfFdHRLuu-Zpl1dyETSq7a97m-8emvwXXo0mUhRUqil9NtBde-D75DgD7qy7Ynd1r4GygQx5UIXX0XxS990b2Q25hGCQMEvvQf35xy1BGRjXZxInjkQMQFM6G1394hinBXsA5CGpU3AoYRJPCJuvw/s3264/IMG_20220701_125647427_BURST000_COVER.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcnRhmUMJ8l7UP_q4mnvFqJ4JsathdB_M5LH2cCfFdHRLuu-Zpl1dyETSq7a97m-8emvwXXo0mUhRUqil9NtBde-D75DgD7qy7Ynd1r4GygQx5UIXX0XxS990b2Q25hGCQMEvvQf35xy1BGRjXZxInjkQMQFM6G1394hinBXsA5CGpU3AoYRJPCJuvw/w400-h225/IMG_20220701_125647427_BURST000_COVER.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Potoks and the cromlech at the Col d'Organbidé</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">As the hike progresses, we're getting higher and the scenery is more open with fewer trees and bigger hills. The hiking followed the border fairly closely and I had lunch beside the cromlech at the Col d'Orgambidé. The hiking continued with wonderful views, including the appearance of the Pic d'Orhy that I'll be climbing in 2 days. There were lots of raptors and at one point I thought I'd get a photo of a vulture eating a dead sheep, but my presence spooked it. After a bunch more climbing and a gradual descent, I reached my destination for the night at Egurgui (there are many spellings…). In my day's hiking, the only buildings I passed were a grand total of 4 shepherd huts. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbY-8nJBHf4YUnJpl_EBpibM6mmrUI1ZIfB7ronRxPWKYQBBJMKx7cLMDI4-IX-7UWCt2EGjDc-tbzRyrUR7cQssc1A0AcqZkCEXgCuZr1oEaZpxhvGHZUgThr1Z6B1rOZiZKkB1Z4Nb8AulJ1CvyDTIZtGrXWOMdLsiiznZW40fK6IeV2AU_JhEc8Q/s3264/IMG_20220701_140139208.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbY-8nJBHf4YUnJpl_EBpibM6mmrUI1ZIfB7ronRxPWKYQBBJMKx7cLMDI4-IX-7UWCt2EGjDc-tbzRyrUR7cQssc1A0AcqZkCEXgCuZr1oEaZpxhvGHZUgThr1Z6B1rOZiZKkB1Z4Nb8AulJ1CvyDTIZtGrXWOMdLsiiznZW40fK6IeV2AU_JhEc8Q/w400-h225/IMG_20220701_140139208.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Open scenery with the Pic d'Ohry hidden in clouds</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />There is an unmanned cabane where one used to be able to spend the night, but it's now closed. Apart from that, all there is at Egurgui is a stream and a track - so it's a bivvy for tonight! The stream flows well but there are sheep and cows around so I treat the water with a double dose of tablets. There's a good flat bivvy site down by the stream, so I get installed there and cook myself a curry (well, I add boiling water to a dehydrated curry meal). Later on I settle down for the night and sleep well.</span>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-22365549509264380812022-06-29T18:11:00.028+02:002022-07-24T22:18:25.681+02:00HRP Day 4 - Aldudes to Roncesvalles<p><span style="font-family: arial;">The first three days of the hike were in rolling green hills from village to village, with lots of accommodation and eating options in the morning and evening. That pattern will continue today, but then the hike changes a bit; there will be fewer villages and I need to be more self-sufficient, which means a heavier pack. There's a post office in Aldudes, and I've sent a food parcel there. The post office is only open between 10 am and noon, so I can't hang around too long in the morning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">After a very nice breakfast, I head to the post office and collect my food parcel. I also sent my umbrella and an 'old' map home. I pick up a couple of snacks at the local store and talk to some fellow HRPers. The weather is great for hiking - dry and clear but not too hot - and my pack is still fairly light as I head out for the day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6kZWpyzquVfLQUVT-KlW1X5ymn_EMHuRG0tJ9No_Xy8O4jukk6X5JlQYNiCpgO8HL0UKkNBgDKUy9QQY2h3oYhd-uAWpWU_V4i3ZUbguIpNrvZA980wFWpLhJy4HTqflXWm64V-jgsvxlKJJoAsGJLWV2ziFAb4W3-Gykb20PCmcNp9BhzGlRf53Mg/s3264/IMG_20220629_121549923.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6kZWpyzquVfLQUVT-KlW1X5ymn_EMHuRG0tJ9No_Xy8O4jukk6X5JlQYNiCpgO8HL0UKkNBgDKUy9QQY2h3oYhd-uAWpWU_V4i3ZUbguIpNrvZA980wFWpLhJy4HTqflXWm64V-jgsvxlKJJoAsGJLWV2ziFAb4W3-Gykb20PCmcNp9BhzGlRf53Mg/w400-h225/IMG_20220629_121549923.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arriving at the start of the long high-level ridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The first 3 hours of hiking were very nice - climbing up those steep little hills you see everywhere in the Basque country. Much of the day involved walking along a high level ridge (at around 800 m altitude) with great views in every direction. Around half distance, though, you find yourself walking on a road. There's no traffic, the views are just as good but the road is harder on the feet and a bit less interesting. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwIWkPwIOPvXfFNpAvSBSWRoxelzkgd-GOnFKGwqs7Um_JRMuus9qyDj3fwapzTunmdwRoBK8A3rctlP2z-Cl00QR_w-IkIr5_npuzNvoVK4-2FJc2Mc1YsBPz9drSVCsjlSPm40vHr1s3mFCum4S66gu2242UQNZwzywzyplFb2JY3NVSa43pjvpwQ/s3264/IMG_20220629_151812485.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwIWkPwIOPvXfFNpAvSBSWRoxelzkgd-GOnFKGwqs7Um_JRMuus9qyDj3fwapzTunmdwRoBK8A3rctlP2z-Cl00QR_w-IkIr5_npuzNvoVK4-2FJc2Mc1YsBPz9drSVCsjlSPm40vHr1s3mFCum4S66gu2242UQNZwzywzyplFb2JY3NVSa43pjvpwQ/w400-h225/IMG_20220629_151812485.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La Redoute de Lindux (1220 meters) with its Napoleonic fortifications</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Apart from a little excursion to climb a summit on the border (La Redoute de Lindux, 1220 m) you stay on the road until you arrive at the Col de Roncevaux and by then my feet were quite uncomfortable; strange, I've never had any foot problems when hiking before.</span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kH3_juLvJ0Flp1DT6V66mxQSEmYLuwpy1XF5nNL1C8roJ0pUqXQy5hVuxuGjJBlPKBTiiZJgd1vgTgPMWb97lVze31_vbDrnmUvj1BBcKf8MtInwbZxntbSmhCfuGtRX06lar-UPZcbHArlnzHfHczMxclIdF8zx71rbTUxRpCwW0YDvfBibRgthWA/s3264/IMG_20220630_200443497.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kH3_juLvJ0Flp1DT6V66mxQSEmYLuwpy1XF5nNL1C8roJ0pUqXQy5hVuxuGjJBlPKBTiiZJgd1vgTgPMWb97lVze31_vbDrnmUvj1BBcKf8MtInwbZxntbSmhCfuGtRX06lar-UPZcbHArlnzHfHczMxclIdF8zx71rbTUxRpCwW0YDvfBibRgthWA/w400-h225/IMG_20220630_200443497.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Corridor outside my room in La Posada</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">A short descent from the col took me to my hotel in Roncesvalles, La Posada. It's an old hotel (built at the beginning of the 17th century) and it's got a lot of atmosphere. My room is big, with a comfy bed and a private bathroom, but it's also quite spartan. Tomorrow's forecast is poor and I decided to spend two nights here (bivvying in the rain isn't much fun, especially with minimalist gear) before resuming my hike. </span></p></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-10494080601046744172022-06-28T17:55:00.018+02:002022-07-24T22:16:37.309+02:00HRP Day 3 - Elizondo to Aldudes<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The weather is lovely in the morning, I've got an easy day's hiking and I'm headed to a nice hotel in France. I'm definitely in a better mood today than I was yesterday! I have an excellent, leisurely breakfast, explore the town a bit and hit the trail around 11 am. I'm going to follow the GR11 for 3 hours or so and then cut across the border and descend to Aldudes. The route I'll be taking is marked as the HRP on my map but the guidebook describes a different route; there are many versions of the HRP!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtfj_x6AXXXC5t0ZMEovtUNrFlUmDW6GmQClvY-3fFokjBnfxQGKZXdbKq6rEMD2Zluw1YoPnDGkcI7ANm00nDGUdPEuPcPR5OShJUf7JAYt2gLxIL8XaZC8p3kWOAI4eLuvBd8tFXrnzRoNzpVvMLytX2SOpkv8m6w4Pu6JjAchu3tdMdvis5MWF0g/s3264/IMG_20220628_125818261.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtfj_x6AXXXC5t0ZMEovtUNrFlUmDW6GmQClvY-3fFokjBnfxQGKZXdbKq6rEMD2Zluw1YoPnDGkcI7ANm00nDGUdPEuPcPR5OShJUf7JAYt2gLxIL8XaZC8p3kWOAI4eLuvBd8tFXrnzRoNzpVvMLytX2SOpkv8m6w4Pu6JjAchu3tdMdvis5MWF0g/w400-h225/IMG_20220628_125818261.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">View on the climb out of Elizondo on the GR11</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />It's a pleasant, gradual climb through woods on the GR11 and, given yesterday's weather, it's surprising how dry everything is. Towards the top of the climb I encounter some of the hikers I passed yesterday and we continue together to the border where the scenery opens up, giving great views into the Aldudes valley. I stop for a leisurely lunch and leave them to pursue the hike. After lunch I leave the GR11 and head along a ridge line that soon offers a descent to a road. A long and increasingly hot descent follows and I'm quite relieved when I arrive at the hotel (the St Sylvestre). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-HMUd5N9XGXF2UUHeAgeWdBYvTyCY5RwWrfLGCrRKAqGwBwslCOLKI6nC_f0Z1Re3-oeT2ZUjU_q1uTObm3lgDHmGxxNuoPPY-wk4xy0V48Z4Cc_IbZ2XKH3Cpu_b_IFCFvJZ5MFbhNAY6xFv1gTfr5xlvD784J8vHszsnTQUmF1zui1HB9GFtiTUw/s3264/IMG_20220628_140430305.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-HMUd5N9XGXF2UUHeAgeWdBYvTyCY5RwWrfLGCrRKAqGwBwslCOLKI6nC_f0Z1Re3-oeT2ZUjU_q1uTObm3lgDHmGxxNuoPPY-wk4xy0V48Z4Cc_IbZ2XKH3Cpu_b_IFCFvJZ5MFbhNAY6xFv1gTfr5xlvD784J8vHszsnTQUmF1zui1HB9GFtiTUw/w400-h225/IMG_20220628_140430305.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View into the Aldudes valley - my hotel is down there somewhere</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Everything in the hotel is very nice. I enjoy a lazy end to the afternoon before an excellent meal. Quite a relief after yesterday's hiking!</span></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-35050971024677998902022-06-27T17:40:00.023+02:002022-07-24T22:15:15.172+02:00HRP Day 2 - Bera to Elizondo<p><span style="font-family: arial;">We're not in the mountains yet and even in good weather the terrain is difficult to navigate (with forests, restricted views and lots of junctions). The dire weather will make navigation more painful (with the inconvenience of being in the clouds, the risk of wet maps etc) so I've decided to follow the GR11 all the way to Elizondo today. Much of the route is common with the HRP but by sticking with the GR11, I can reduce navigation to following red and white stripes. According to the GR11 information panel in Bera it's a 9 hour 20 minute day, so there isn't a lot of time to mess around.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I have a great breakfast in the bar beside the hotel, then head into town to buy a lunch sandwich and hit the trail. The rain is never horribly heavy but it's always there. Given the forecast, I've brought an umbrella to try out; sometimes it helps (when the rain is heavy and the trail is easy) and sometimes it is a hindrance (when I'd like to use my walking poles going down a steep slope). There's a lot of climbing and descending and I focus on keeping a good, steady pace and looking out for these wonderful red and white stripes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Apart from a 5 minute break to eat my sandwich, I kept going all day. The last 8 km to Elizondo were gently downhill and I passed some fellow HRP hikers there. My feet had been soaked all day and were a bit uncomfortable towards the end. But, after an 8 hour day, I arrived in Elizondo and, just like that, the rain stopped. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VoisZ4TVIV73WZnkK0tqxjJqsNaUBQZJ-ylL4dDcc2E6HOFT3VuJagAZ54uXG4FC-Nmb1_HvmEuNJFuVKqLgcqTggwjPF7UCq0AIbVeU6RqJOANUbuhqoREGGFFOXSWwAgPMvTsCp7CI0-f1Fie3ytEDwXbeNJviJNxlT5b9dvuTJwh4-mDESu_-Lg/s3264/IMG_20220627_202016719.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VoisZ4TVIV73WZnkK0tqxjJqsNaUBQZJ-ylL4dDcc2E6HOFT3VuJagAZ54uXG4FC-Nmb1_HvmEuNJFuVKqLgcqTggwjPF7UCq0AIbVeU6RqJOANUbuhqoREGGFFOXSWwAgPMvTsCp7CI0-f1Fie3ytEDwXbeNJviJNxlT5b9dvuTJwh4-mDESu_-Lg/w400-h225/IMG_20220627_202016719.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Elizondo and typical Basque architecture</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Bera and Elizondo both seem quite typical of Basque towns on the Spanish side of the border (or, as the Basques say, the southern Basque country). You find the same solid buildings and general tidiness that you find on the French side, but more of the buildings are apartment blocks rather than big individual houses. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aP1DtZVobQmT_qQXPkKi474Jys9uJXSkX-goO3wMVJvbB2zGfnOIqWCduiONQmHTNeXVMi3geiTfCz57M03gDh_0f_K7incZZEUH1fWAVMq7dmjxSwqlKSAN1tsVvxj5avZeRN9zd97igmjEOMkg6KwpCrXxaE8FPVUy1sxHA1qaMo8wP45HbLa71w/s3264/IMG_20220628_104511155_HDR.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aP1DtZVobQmT_qQXPkKi474Jys9uJXSkX-goO3wMVJvbB2zGfnOIqWCduiONQmHTNeXVMi3geiTfCz57M03gDh_0f_K7incZZEUH1fWAVMq7dmjxSwqlKSAN1tsVvxj5avZeRN9zd97igmjEOMkg6KwpCrXxaE8FPVUy1sxHA1qaMo8wP45HbLa71w/w400-h225/IMG_20220628_104511155_HDR.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Even modern buildings share the traditional architecture</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />I find my hotel (the Hotel Elizondo) and get installed; the immediate priority is a shower and changing into dry clothes. I'm feeling better by the time I wash my hiking gear and start the process of drying everything. Later I go out to a bar for my evening meal and neither French nor English work. But the barmaid understood enough of my horrible Spanish and I ate and drank well. Fortunately, the forecast is much better tomorrow!</span><p></p><div><br /></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-18239740119906987342022-06-26T17:26:00.024+02:002022-07-24T22:13:55.012+02:00HRP Day 1 - Hendaye to Bera<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I had planned to start the hike 4 days ago but delayed things because the forecast was very wet. However, over the last 4 days the new forecast has got gradually worse and it is now almost as bad as when I delayed things. Today should be wet from time to time and tomorrow looks horrible, with heavy rain from dawn till dusk. As a result, I've changed my destination tonight to Bera, in Spain, where I've been able to book a hotel, the Hostal Zalain. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Today is a Sunday and that has made the planning a bit tight. The earliest train gets me to the Hendaye just before 11.00 and the reception in the hotel closes early, so I can't mess around at the start. Straight out of the station and heading east, looking for the GR10's red and white stripes. I soon picked them out and started following them. There are a few marginal (almost spurious) differences between the GR10 and the HRP at the start; I just followed the GR10 to save navigation time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Getting out of Hendaye and into the countryside went smoothly and I was soon hiking in rolling hills and heading towards la Rhune, a well known Basque hill. There were lots of short, sharp ups and downs before I took a tunnel under the motorway and found myself on a more sustained climb. The gray weather and scenery were almost Scottish, but the rain held off and I soon arrived at the Col d'Ibardin on the border. At this point, I left the HRP and headed down to Bera on a Spanish hiking trail. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08pgeH5BXJHsAHMfPD9Rf-g-oZHLGNSzaknvcl1jA0r9l2SycfX_yLUnJsF8hOiaT_LGh0_mDtWJ9B5po9Vy_ilu8Nx_vdE4SeStNtupJcNQP7ZOv5_uAnSyld7kW1mltfRy_G2HaX7e-ijfh4eX92Gk4quMJZbNzPjX6e3Xy1QboQXHDzrfUaRKxFg/s3264/IMG_20220626_154739169_HDR.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="The Town Hall (on the right) in Bera" border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08pgeH5BXJHsAHMfPD9Rf-g-oZHLGNSzaknvcl1jA0r9l2SycfX_yLUnJsF8hOiaT_LGh0_mDtWJ9B5po9Vy_ilu8Nx_vdE4SeStNtupJcNQP7ZOv5_uAnSyld7kW1mltfRy_G2HaX7e-ijfh4eX92Gk4quMJZbNzPjX6e3Xy1QboQXHDzrfUaRKxFg/w400-h186/IMG_20220626_154739169_HDR.jpg" title="The Town Hall (on the right) in Bera" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Town Hall (on the right) in Bera</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />In Bera, I passed the town hall and saw a moving memorial to the Spanish civil war (the families of Francists were expelled from the village and the memorial denoted this by metal footprints in the village square). I picked out the start of tomorrow's hike before heading to the hotel, which was actually a couple of kilometers out of town. English was my language of communication in the hotel - the patronne huffily didn't speak any English, but her staff were eager to help. My room was modest, but it had everything I needed and only cost 25 euros.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Later on I went out for a meal at a bar called Zubiondo where French worked better for communication. There was a nice family atmosphere and I watched pelote basque on the TV as I ate. </span></p><div><br /></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-82165102444089245902022-06-25T17:14:00.021+02:002022-07-24T17:25:47.210+02:00HRP - The Introduction<p><span style="font-family: arial;">The Haute Route Pyrénéenne (or HRP) is a long distance hike. It traditionally starts in Hendaye on the Atlantic coast and pretty much follows the crest of the Pyrénées (on the France-Spain border) all the way to the Med (though, of course, it can be done in the opposite direction). The current guidebook describes it as 44 days of hiking, and these are generally pretty long days; with rest days and some bad weather people generally take somewhere between 50 and 60 days to do it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The HRP is rather more intense than most long distance hikes (e.g. the GR5 or GR10). First, it stays high in the mountains on pretty rough terrain; at times, it is more like a mountaineering route. Huts are further apart in the Pyrénées than the Alps and you're seldom near a village, so you often have a choice between really long days to get to accommodation or camping. Navigation is also an issue; there are no red and white stripes to mark the HRP and sometimes there really isn't a discernable path. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I live locally and I don't plan to do it all in one go. Instead I'll do it in sections over the next 2 or 3 years. My </span><span style="font-family: arial;">approach is to carry very light bivouac gear but to use huts when it makes sense (maybe 70% of the </span><span style="font-family: arial;">nights). I had planned to start the hike a couple of years ago but Covid 19 (and the associated health measures) put paid to that. But I'll be heading to the start of the hike by train tomorrow morning. I intend to do the first of the HRP's 5 sections, Hendaye to Lescun, which should be 9 days of hiking, before the summer 'busy' season.</span></p><div><br /></div>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-82083542810885823452020-03-22T11:04:00.000+01:002020-03-22T11:04:09.138+01:00Cycling in the Time of Coronavirus<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was only ten days or so ago when France started entering lock-down, but it feels like a lifetime ago. It suddenly became clear to me that just leaving my house would be severely restricted or even completely forbidden. I had lots of questions, including 'what would I do for exercise?'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hate stationary cycling (compared with the real thing it's just so boring), but that seemed the most obvious choice. So I went online and ordered a 'home trainer' so I could continue to ride my bike at home and maintain some level of fitness and sanity. It duly arrived just as France entered full confinement. Now I choose a different part of the garden each day (gotta reduce boredom) and set up my old road bike on the home trainer and cycle for 40 minutes or so. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's nothing like as pleasant as real cycling, of course, but it helps maintain fitness and fills my days. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The confinement is a bit strange but it's not unpleasant for my wife and me. But spare a thought for families with small children stuck in small apartments without a garden. Or for the medical professionals that are likely to be overwhelmed by critical cases in the weeks to come. And all of this is likely to last at least a few months.</span><br />
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Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-14414246924827659972019-09-04T09:18:00.000+02:002019-09-17T18:24:18.728+02:00La Cirque de Gavarnie and la Breche de Roland<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I finally got round to visiting two places today on a hike. The first was the Cirque de Gavarnie, a huge wall of cliffs that looms above the village. The hike to the cirque is very popular with all sorts of tourists but I left them behind at the cirque. I climbed up the wall via the Echelle des Sarradets, a simple but sensational route with great views over to the Grande Cascade - said to be the highest free-standing waterfall in Europe. After that, some more gentle hiking took me up to my bivouac for the night and a nasty surprise - I had forgotten my thermarest and a chilly night awaited me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Next morning I climbed up to the Breche de Roland. The frontier between France and Spain is a super sharp ridge, almost like a shark's fin, and the Breche is like a gap in the fin. It's a bit hard to explain it but it's pretty sensational when you are there. My hike took me through the Breche then some hiking on the Spanish side took me up the Taillon, a 3114 meter mountain. Then I turned round and started the long descent back to Gavarnie by a different route.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was very pleased to visit both places, but it was a little bittersweet. Just 30 years the climb up to the Breche was all on a glacier; it must have felt much more like the high mountains. Today, the glacier is almost gone and you do the climbing up a dusty moraine (like a heap of gravel). For about 20 meters you walk over the tiny remnant of the glacier; it is pink with algae - the darker color helps the melting and the melting helps the algae. It's the same story throughout the Pyrénées - they may be glacier free in 30 years. Climate change is a concern of mine (I have started a <a href="http://amodernsociety.com/">website on the topic</a>); while glacier loss in the Pyrénées is a relatively minor consequence it's still sad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some <a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/SCp7PMYZd3TxWpg48">pics</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all make mistakes, but - <a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-45572275">as Cathay Pacific has shown</a> - sometimes a whole team needs to screw up to deliver an exceptional error. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I cycled the Col du Pourtalet - a long lovely climb up the Ossau valley to the Spanish border. As usual on the popular cycling climbs, there were signposts every kilometer to tell you the distance to go, your current altitude, the gradient of the next kilometer and the altitude at the top of the col. Believe me, when you're struggling on a climb you study all this information very carefully.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Getting to the last kilometer, you're able to perform a consistency check on these 4 bits of information and - well - today they didn't pass the test. It left me a little curious as to the whole process of making these signs and how many people didn't notice or didn't care about the obvious error.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-1218884095292723062019-07-16T17:01:00.000+02:002019-09-14T22:54:43.953+02:00Le Palas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HgpeH4K_-D7SRPDgOL85LBB7xEce7eaRzD9S9kA3aVyruxElI1z-ns1kITLs26cHPmmRY4Ja5AcqZyUBuZIR7oab0H6fxYAAytSK6tdQMTN_-FCz3cmswyrIXEZSuXOVgIl3IhVuZCWM/s1600/IMG_20190716_092256053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HgpeH4K_-D7SRPDgOL85LBB7xEce7eaRzD9S9kA3aVyruxElI1z-ns1kITLs26cHPmmRY4Ja5AcqZyUBuZIR7oab0H6fxYAAytSK6tdQMTN_-FCz3cmswyrIXEZSuXOVgIl3IhVuZCWM/s200/IMG_20190716_092256053.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Le Palas (or Pic Palas) is a highish (almost 3000 meters), rocky peak near the Refuge d'Arrémoulit. It can be climbed in a very long day, but I took the lazy approach and elected for an overnight bivouac near the hut. The route up to the hut starts with a long hot slog up a sunny valley to a col; the path then turns right and works its way to the Passage d'Orteig, an easy but very exposed traverse protected by a cable. You don't strictly need to cross the passage to reach the hut (it can be bypassed with an extra 45 minutes or so of hiking) and various signs dissuaded the inexperienced from taking it. But - of course - it was fun!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The refuge is a small, rather primitive one and lots of people were bivvying around it so I moved some distance away and found a nice spot at a small lake. The next morning I set off early and worked my way through boulders to the start of the (somewhat) technical climbing. A sharp exposed ridge on wonderful rock lead to the summit, with great views in all directions. The descent back to the car in the heat of the day seemed very long, but - a benefit of climbing with bivvy gear - I was able to stop at midday and cook myself lunch!</span><br />
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Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-11940969989246248292019-07-02T17:44:00.000+02:002019-07-05T18:23:46.243+02:00Le Tour du Pic du Midi d'Ossau<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Pic du Midi d'Ossau is probably the most famous mountain in this part of the Pyrénées. I climbed it last year but there's an interesting long hike around it I've been meaning to do. There are a number of tempting extensions to this tour but the hike then gets a bit long for a day. But, as I've got some new bivy gear I wanted to try out, an overnight hike made a lot of sense.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg8z_9ATaitFhNvYCij61v0FAl33yT84KjA8JhMph35ou8VkO0RgH79SdTxFo48lTnNaIcSyg9LykDKMNnepCB46mw3Tl4QKA2w85QJHT9W28YChiAjElxYR0s8ZU1t5zw4qq5sKqWdyL/s1600/IMG_20190702_124515125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg8z_9ATaitFhNvYCij61v0FAl33yT84KjA8JhMph35ou8VkO0RgH79SdTxFo48lTnNaIcSyg9LykDKMNnepCB46mw3Tl4QKA2w85QJHT9W28YChiAjElxYR0s8ZU1t5zw4qq5sKqWdyL/s200/IMG_20190702_124515125.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There was a lot of hiking the next day, much of it spectacular with the Pic du Midi always in view. The best scenery was out the west of the peak around the Lac Bersau and the Refuge d'Ayous. I finished the day with a climb up the Pic d'Ayous and then a long descent back to the car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some <a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/wsbRhoGfJdyDuw2J6">pics.</a></span><br />
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<br />Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-5688672110825280162018-10-24T19:29:00.000+02:002018-11-02T19:32:43.478+01:00Le Pic d'Anie<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Le Pic d'Anie is a nice sharp mountain at just over 2500 meters. It's further west than the highest peaks and dominates the mountains around it; from other peaks, you often recognize it in the view. Given that, it seemed like a good mountain to climb...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I headed on. As I got higher I found myself in a maze of limestone, crossing crevasses, climbing up little outcrops, and generally spending very little time walking in a straight line towards my mountain. It was exactly like walking on a glacier, zigzagging between crevasses and seracs. Eventually I crossed all of this and got to the base of my peak when things became more straightforward. At the summit I stopped for a late lunch before fighting my way back across the limestone glacier; this time I found a different route, but it seemed even more time-wasting than the one I used on the way up. I was glad to get back to the car before dark!</span><br />
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<br />Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-67496426083247321272018-10-13T19:52:00.000+02:002018-10-31T09:19:57.918+01:00Le Moulle de Jaüt<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Le Moulle de Jaüt is one of the nearest and most easily recognizable biggish mountains around Pau and an obvious hiking target for me. Today, I got a chance to climb it on a beautiful fall day. The hike starts at the top of the Col d'Aubisque - a famous cycling col I've gone over several times this summer on my bike. The col allows you to start pretty high in the mountains but there was a catch - after some flattish walking, I had to descend around 300 meters before I could start climbing my mountain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The fall colors were spectacular and the weather ideal. I passed a couple of cow and horse herds still up in the mountains - they'll be going down soon - with bells clanking away. The climb up went well and I was soon climbing along a narrow ridge to the summit at 2050 meters. Great views in all directions with clouds on the Spanish side of the mountains just spilling over some of the higher hills. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One of the things I'm finding at Pau is that I feel the altitude on hikes; it's not that it slows me much, but my breathing is a bit more labored and I don't feel as good as normal. At St Andre I lived at 900 meters and started most hikes at that altitude and never really felt any effects of altitude. Here, I live at essentially sea level and many hikes start around 1600 meters and I can feel the difference, even on a relatively low mountain like Le Moulle de Jaüt. Maybe part of the problem is I haven't been hiking very much over the summer months? Anyway, I </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">headed back down again and had the pleasure of reclimbing the 300 meters to get back to my car...</span><br />
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<br />Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-38857455873681559572018-09-22T13:50:00.000+02:002018-10-30T19:26:33.169+01:00Le Tour de Pau<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I've been doing a lot of cycling in Pau this summer. Today I got a chance to do a ride I've been thinking of doing for quite a while - a big circle around Pau. I had set myself a simple rule that my ride had to stay outside the 'rocade' (or ring road) around Pau. But the river (or gave, as rivers are called here) complicates that, because there are very few bridges across it. So I knew I was in for some interesting route finding and a long day in the saddle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I headed out of town to the east and headed south. I crossed the river and was in the coteaux de Jurançon; these are steep little hills where they grow the grapes for Jurançon wine; I do a lot of cycling there and know the roads well. Later on, well to the west of Pau, I was on flatter roads I knew much less well. Eventually I got back onto familiar - and more hilly - roads near Morlaàs before completing my ride. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the end of the day Google Maps worked out my ride must have been around 110 km. I counted 8 non-trivial climbs, but - although some were steep - none were very long, so overheating was never a problem. More of a concern was water - in this area there are a lot fewer fountains in villages than in the southern alps, so long summer rides need some planning. But I found a new refueling stop just where I needed it, which I'm sure will help in future rides.</span>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-50973023698155738872018-08-26T18:57:00.000+02:002018-10-29T19:40:39.164+01:00Le Pic du Midi d'Ossau<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I first saw the Pic du Midi d'Ossau over 20 years ago at the end of a short family hike in the Pyrénées and it made a big impression on me. Most mountains are really just big hills that can be easily walked up but this looked like a real mountain that required technical climbing. It was a lot higher and more spectacular than the surrounding mountains.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now I'm living nearby and, of course, have to climb it. Its distinctive profile is visible from Pau and it dominates most of the Ossau valley. The easiest route up is a proper alpine route graded PD (Peu Difficile or 'a little bit difficult') with three technical pitches where a rope is often used (sometimes just for the descent). It's an hour and a half's drive away and can be climbed in a longish day or you can stay overnight at a refuge to reduce the strain. I choose the single day approach but (typically) set off a little later than I intended. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The result was that when I arrived at the first technical pitch there were already a couple of parties roping down it. When you're climbing without a rope you really don't want to be bumping into other climbers, so I let them clear the pitch before I set off. The climbing was interesting and steep enough but pretty straightforward and on excellent rock. Eventually the angle eased and there was a fairly dull scree section before the rocky summit where I joined three Spanish climbers for an extended lunch with a view. The summit is pointed and at 2,884 meters (around 9,500 feet) there are great views in all directions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Of course, what goes up has to come down again, and I descended by the same route, passing a couple of parties in the process. Once I was below the technical climbing I could relax and I realized I was pretty tired. By the time I was back at the car I was about as tired as I've been after a day's climbing but glad I'd finally got round to climbing the Pic du Midi d'Ossau!</span><br />
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Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-11685839560295130752018-05-31T15:12:00.000+02:002018-06-25T23:09:47.235+02:00Lourdes to Pau<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Grande Randonnée is French for big hike and is normally shortened to GR. Their length varies a lot, but they typically take several weeks to hike (e.g. I did the GR5 in 2015 over about 4 weeks); they are big undertakings. On moving to Pau I realized that I had a GR that wasn't really very G at all and was actually doable in a day - the Chemin Henri IV or <a href="https://www.cdrp64.com/sentiers-et-topoguides/les-gr/le-gr-782/">GR 782</a>. It's basically a hike from Lourdes to Pau (or vice versa) along a roman route, following the crest of a long, low ridge. I've been looking for a chance to do it, and selected today - a cool, dryish day in an unsettled period of weather. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have several interesting birds that visit our garden for food but (so far) Idris is the most exotic. Idris is the name we have given to a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_hoopoe">Eurasian Hoopoe</a> (or maybe a couple - I think the male and female look alike) that comes and feeds on our lawn most days. He's got a long beak and pecks away at the grass and normally flies off with a tasty morsel in his beak. He's only a summer visitor, he winters in Africa and our full time residents (e.g. blackbirds) don't seem to fight with him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The weekend after the Pau Grand Prix is the historic grand prix (more info <a href="https://www.grandprixdepau.fr/le-grand-prix-historique-de-pau/">here</a>) and it's a very different atmosphere - </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">much less intense and more of an exhibition than anything else. While the cars are obviously slower, they offer a better spectacle on the circuit; overtaking is possible (thanks to longer braking distance, no aerodynamics and cooperative drivers) and slip angles are a bit higher. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, my wife and I went along on the Sunday and watched a few races and soaked up the atmosphere and we both enjoyed it. Like most of the locals we've talked to, I thought it was the better weekend as a spectator. Some <a href="https://www.blogger.com/goog_727989709"> </a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/9RRLMEPgWLP6XLPP7">pics</a>.</span><br />
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Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-26501662266827029782018-05-12T19:18:00.000+02:002018-06-13T19:20:16.744+02:00The Pau Grand Prix<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We've seen all the preparations - signs, fencing, guard-rails and diversions - for the last 6 weeks or so and, finally, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pau_Grand_Prix">Pau Grand Prix</a> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">was held this weekend. The race is held on a very narrow, twisting street circuit and overtaking is very difficult (in fact, almost impossible in modern racing cars); the circuit is very like Monaco's, but actually narrower. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The race has been held since 1930 and this was the 77th edition; previous winners include Jim Clark. Now, it's a Formula 3 race and the highlight of a whole weekend of racing for different types of cars. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went and saw a few of the races on the Saturday, including the 1st of 3 F3 races over the weekend. It's very impressive for a number of reasons. First, there are a lot of logistical challenges - e.g. the circuit is 2.7 km long and has to be protected by twin layers of fencing. Second, all motor racing involves accidents and, on such a narrow circuit, they have to be dealt with very efficiently; generally the damaged car is retrieved by one of the strategically placed huge cranes as the safety car neutralizes the race for a lap or two, before racing resumes. Third, the circuit is obviously a huge driving challenge; you wouldn't be allowed to design a modern circuit with so many blind bends, undulations and kerbs and with such a narrow track. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the drivers, it must be a pretty high pressure event, especially when they have 3 races over a single weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, in terms of a racing spectacle, it's spoiled by the virtual impossibility of overtaking. The race is won or lost in qualifying and at the race-start. This doesn't take anything away from the event's challenge or the skill of the drivers, but it certainly reduces the spectacle. Some </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/trhVh6rAQeozaTHx5">pics</a>.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<br />Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-66074887538510727432018-04-27T18:29:00.000+02:002018-06-13T19:30:46.896+02:00Hiking in the clouds<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe-pgK4r_H8RaNibdrc2yh6h0xK42JvGTZW3cgSK2P9t0J-TsLqSNiiUIv5tZip7_m0hJImiAFxria0HswKgfZEKQ4qkXV2ypXM9cOD-Ll2rsDCJdqXRm0_loRUkX9pJ3AJYAJIijUPei/s1600/P1040709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe-pgK4r_H8RaNibdrc2yh6h0xK42JvGTZW3cgSK2P9t0J-TsLqSNiiUIv5tZip7_m0hJImiAFxria0HswKgfZEKQ4qkXV2ypXM9cOD-Ll2rsDCJdqXRm0_loRUkX9pJ3AJYAJIijUPei/s200/P1040709.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Into the clouds...</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I set off for a shortish day hike on Le Layens, a 1625 m high mountain in the Pyrénées that is used as a paraglider launch. Everything went very well until I joined the final ridge, and saw that clouds were moving in from the North. Hmmm, this wasn't in the forecast I saw. Very quickly I found myself in the clouds hiking along a long, indistinct ridge without any real paths. Finding the summit wasn't that hard (just keep going up) but after that navigation became more difficult. For the next hour or so I spent most of my time looking at my compass and peering into the mist, hoping to recognize the few landmarks on the map. Even as a hiker, the mist can be very disorienting - at one point, I thought there were a group of sheep 200 m away, only to realize it was a bunch of daffodils about 15 m away!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anyway, I followed the intended route, even if it was a little more stressful than I expected. Near the end of the hike, I popped out of the clouds and pretty much the first thing I saw was my car, 750 meters directly below. Maybe next time I'll pack a GPS for my hikes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some <a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/Yvj6bhCCA3ss7Q9M7">pics</a></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<br />Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176076289204917655.post-88857393003601984572018-04-17T22:33:00.000+02:002018-06-10T22:54:20.711+02:00Le Trône du Roi<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTnlexNbpajBgKJSkUJo2X756V2xKSEHf2Y7L4E-p-wdZQIbBp4T_WzZ3Ts_GCBu-7q1lgr79mvRuXa2FPSiLzUfFTbWKlFiVPwCw50AnwpowTEu0YO13RnoTSLCR5ueLITsYrLtI5_m2/s1600/P1040687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTnlexNbpajBgKJSkUJo2X756V2xKSEHf2Y7L4E-p-wdZQIbBp4T_WzZ3Ts_GCBu-7q1lgr79mvRuXa2FPSiLzUfFTbWKlFiVPwCw50AnwpowTEu0YO13RnoTSLCR5ueLITsYrLtI5_m2/s320/P1040687.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le Pic d'Anie from Le Trône du Roi</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the last couple weeks I've been looking at the Pyrénées, trying to work out if the snow-line was high enough to permit some hiking. Today's forecast was excellent so I decided it was worth a try and went on a hike up Le Trône du Roi. It's a popular hike on essentially the 'front-range'' of the Pyrénées - so at 1266m not a big mountain but quite a steep hike to a sharp summit and a short drive from Pau.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It all went according to plan, with excellent views of the bigger snowy peaks and a taster for more hikes to come. Some <a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/fBOHz06rL1dkP9H12">pics</a>.</span>Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421030293308473775noreply@blogger.com0