Looking back at the way we had just climbed up. We soon learnt this route was closed because it was a summer only route. We should have come up the winter route.... The best news was that the shelter was open. We had the cold beers, orangina (bloody awesome), hot food and a bed. Truly fantastic. The shelter was manned by a French couple and only had six other hikers in it.
Julian and the Breche over his shoulder, we were going to climb it the next day. To climb up to that opening took me about an hour and a half up that slope.
We made it to the shelter. This cloud was chasing us up the mountain and I was worried that I'd get caught in it, which would have been a shocker, and made it really difficult to get to the shelter.
The top of the range, the Pyrenees thoughtfully stayed covered in snow for us.
We climbed around a corner and saw this. This is the Breche de Roland, the doorway into Spain and were aiming to get through the next day. We had another hour or so to get to the shelter. The snow was still a couple of feet thick.
Julian and the Breche over his shoulder, we were going to climb it the next day. To climb up to that opening took me about an hour and a half up that slope.
We made it to the shelter. This cloud was chasing us up the mountain and I was worried that I'd get caught in it, which would have been a shocker, and made it really difficult to get to the shelter.
The top of the range, the Pyrenees thoughtfully stayed covered in snow for us.
We climbed around a corner and saw this. This is the Breche de Roland, the doorway into Spain and were aiming to get through the next day. We had another hour or so to get to the shelter. The snow was still a couple of feet thick.
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