I began walking from Genevilla soon after 8.30 this morning, leaving Pam and Julie behind as they had decided to give the mountain a miss. Instead they caught a lift with Guy (pronounced Gee), our host for last night. The plan was that he would drop them at the village of Kripán, from where they would walk the last 11.5 kms. I planned, and did, walk the 27 kms. The only thing is that we all got lost, and consequently I walked just over 29kms!
Sue and Jeremy heading into Cabredo. It was soon after this that we started climbing the mountain.
The view from the the top looking back towards where we stayed.
The path after leaving Lapoblación skirts around the bottom of the mountains, more or less following the contours.
Looking across to the hot dusty road along which we trudged, and to the view beyond.
Again, looking back, this time from Laguardia to the distant village that had been a lunch stop
Sue & Jeremy exploring the village of Kripán. It was soon after this that I got lost, as did Phillippe, and Pam & Julie!
Somehow I got ahead of Sue & Jeremy and didn't get a chance to thank them for sharing my day. I hope they read this and know how grateful I was.
Climbing the mountain during the overcast morning was easy compared to the afternoon of walking on an undulating dirt road in the blazing sun. By the time I walked into Laguardia I had abandoned any thoughts of walking on to Fuenmayor and after having some refreshments I organised to catch a taxi the 15 kms there, which Pam and Julie had done a few hours earlier.
There were a couple of treats today. One was seeing the red peppers (or maybe chilli's) hanging from windows to dry in the sun. The other was seeing a couple of flocks of sheep in the fields, and in particular having to wait for one to pass by as it was being led by the shepherd onto the fields. This is one of my favourite sights in Spain but I have never actually had to negotiate the flock as I had to today.
Chilli's hanging from a first floor window and drying in the sun.
The shepherd leading his flock, on the outskirts of Meano.
The flock not only had sheep but a good sprinkling of goats, numerous dogs, and three mules.
Laguardia is a lovely town - very old and on top of a mesa, a flat topped hill of which there are a number in this region. This has been the last day of walking in the Pyrenees. Now we are in Navarra and the scenery is predominantly vineyards (and bodegas - the wineries). Tomorrow we continue in wine territory - though there is only one of the three of us who partakes!
We by-passed the village of Meano, cutting across the upper side of it. This meant we looked down on the roofs!