La Guingueta d’Aneau, P28
loads of km
Today Paddy and his lad get on their long drive back home to Germany. We have one more day left and want to make the most out of it. Trouble is, that there are so many promising tracks. So much to do, so little time. We settle for the P28, a track along a mountain ridge almost 2400 meters above sea level.
We leave the L-510 at Alin and immediately start climbing. At the beginning the road winds through a dense pine forest and there is little to see.
Eventually we take a wrong turn, but at least this cul-de-sac gets us out of the forest and rewards with good views back down to Alin.
And along the Vall Ferrera towards France.
Back on the main track, back in the forest we cross plenty of streams and ancient bridges.
Getting higher up and closer to the ridge, the forest recedes and the view widens.
As I mentioned before: These mountains are not really solid.
Plants take over the rock-falls in no time.
You can see, where this is going….
We pass a reflector antenna. We have encountered several of them in the last days. They are used to reflect mobile phone and internet signals between two points that don’t have a line of sight. I assume they are at least part of the reason while the tracks we are using are maintained.
The highlight is the drive along the ridge.
Stunning views at the spine of the Pyrenees.
From here it is another hour or so downhill in 1st or 2nd gear, along an endless section of hairpin bends. We reach the Refugi Gall Fer, where the lad is looking forward to some ice cream.
Further down into the valley, across more streams.
And again stunning flowers.
For the evening we return to the Tapas Bar in Espot. And have another lovely dinner there.
Landy content on the way:
Before we return to boating tomorrow, what is the conclusion for this part of our trip?
It was the most exiting holiday ever.
It was the most trying holiday ever.
Let me qualify:
I really tried hard to put some of the impressions we had into the pictures, but I think I failed badly. The scenery around here is so beautiful, has got so many facets, is so devoid of people (in Aragon even more than in Catalonia), it has a quality of its own, which I did not believe would exist in Central or Western Europe.
We never went off-roading before, so there was the novelty of that. But more so it is a way of travel, that really is a voyage. It is hard work. As a driver you cannot go on autopilot like you would do on a trip down the motorway. You always need to be 100% focused. That would also be true for the co-pilot, alas… but I digress.
The point being: It is extremely intense, very rewarding, but also hard work.
Will we do it again?