FEETURES!
9 years ago
This is my account of our day-to-day life in the French Pyrénées, initially in the unspoilt Ariège department and then further west along the chain, where wild boar and deer are prevalent, where birds of prey call as they circle overhead catching the thermals, where wild produce is available in abundance and where both the summer and the winter outdoor sports enthusiast is spoilt for choice!

Hot chocolate in front of the fire when we got back home :-)
.... but with a heavier dump forecast for tonight accompanied by a big dip in the temperatures by the morning. Not good news for our Trail des Citadelles 20km trail race which is happening tomorrow. I think Pat and I have resigned ourselves to the fact that we won't make it. We will probably console ourselves with a snowshoe or ski de rando outing instead. Meanwhile, this evening I am enjoying the hot cross buns that I made this afternoon! Mmm, scrummy yummy!
and I saw loads of pretty little woodland flowers which included a Helleborus Viridis...

I wasn't ready to lead but was happy to second up the route.... it was so nice to touch rock and to get my climbing muscles working again after more than 2 yrs. Nina had a bash at a nice looking route further along the crag....
and Lee did a good lead on a 5b which again I was quite happy to second....

This afternoon Andy wired in a light to the upper level of the barn and discovered just how dangerously the previous electrics had been installed! I, in the meantime, treated and stained the new gate sections that Andy has made (note the dog access point on the bottom right!)
which, combined with the wire netting...
will prevent the goats from coming through to Pissou and wrecking our impending veggie patch!
It was good to be out!
The route took us along the 'route forestiere'. There was probably a good 20cm of cover although along the track, this had been windblown to create either interesting drifts, or, as we moved higher up, bare patches where we had to remove the skis and walk.
This on/off with the skis started to become tedious and with signs of a storm approaching, we decided to turn round and ski back down the track. Hopefully we won't have seen the last of the winter and will get another opportunity to head into the high hills before the real spring comes.
Hopefully the skies will clear tomorrow and we will be able to get out for a play on our skis or snowshoes.


I descended down the steepish, 5km road from Cominac to Ercé which I had ascended last time, and then headed left along the gentle gradient of the road from Ercé to Aulus where I stopped to refill my water bottles and have a bite to eat. The short break recharged my batteries and I felt ready to go again. 31.5 km was under my belt - I reckoned I had covered about half the distance. The run back down the valley to Oust was lovely but then I had to turn off to head back up to the Col de Saraillé. I had descended by this route last time and knew that, although it was not excessively steep, it was still sustained and would be a challenge for my already tired legs. But I took it steady and was relieved when I finally saw Cominac opening out in front of me. Way down in the valley, in the distance, I could make out the route that I had taken up towards Aulus - it seemed miles away!
By now I was generally feeling very tired, having covered 54kms and was not looking forward to the final ascent from Massat back up the Col de Port road to Pissou. But before then, I had a great photo opportunity which shows our general situation here, looking down to Massat (church on the right) with the Col de Port in the far distance, behind the prominent 'lump' in the centre right of the photo. Pissou is situated just to the left of that lump on the small headland that is just visible
I had spent 3 hrs 40 mins in the saddle, covered 69.5kms which included 1100m of ascent - my hardest ride to date. I was pooped but chuffed to have completed the ride on such a gorgeous day.