We roll out of La Seu D’urgall in the early evening having spent just over 24 hours with Jordi, Marina and a host of other wonderful people. As we ride along the river, which runs south of town, the familiar feeling of leaving friends washes over me, saddens me and makes me long for home. I become acutely aware that the hypothetical “box” in which I keep these sort of feelings has now been cracked open and I sadden a little deeper. As we near the supermarcat (their spelling) to get supplies for the next couple of days Jordi drives by in a red jeep, leaning out of the window, waving and calling out Bravo!! Bravo, Patti and Gary!! The box cracks open a little further. We shop, find a place to camp, eat tortillas, cheese and salami and look through the maps as we plot out our next journey, the Trans Pyrenees.
Day one of the TP brings, to no surprise, a lot of climbing. We climb through a variety of zones and as I reach the top I find Gary doing what Gary does best which is to quietly wait for me.
Things are getting really, really pretty up high and as we eat lunch we laugh that we’ve come halfway around the world in search of something as beautiful as what we have right at home in Colorado. We even joke that it’s complete with Anasazi ruins. The box closes a little.
We camp outside a small village that evening and sleep very poorly. The village was having a Fiesta that night and the music didn’t stop until Gary poured a cup of coffee the next morning, honestly, no lie.
Day 2 of the TP brings, you got it, more climbing past pretty and interesting things and we are getting really high.
True to TP style we climb all day hoping to be over the pass before the storm rolls in. We reach what we thought to be the top only to see the real pass miles away and much higher, way above tree line. The storm is rolling in fast, it’s 6:00 PM and we decide to go back 5 miles to a nice, green, pretty camp spot and try again tomorrow.
Where Gary builds the house…
Hangs the shower….
And fluffs up the bed…
It rains throughout the night and we wake early and pack up while there is a break. We are rolling before the rain starts up again, but we are inside what feels be an enormous cloud. Then the day opens up into something about as incredible as we’ve ever seen anywhere.. It went something like this.
Our hearts boil over. Espana, we love you!!!!