We originally planned our surf trip to hug the coast all the way to Portugal. So to end up inland at the foot of the Pyrenees meant we literally had no clue where we were to go or what we would find. We had this optimistic grand notion of climbing the Pyrenees and sleeping in the mountains but without a plan this seemed far fetched.
We dropped a random pin on google maps to hike from but we quickly abandoned this approach as it led us up some narrow vinyard paths with too many run ins with tractors. On impulse we started driving towards Pamplona, along the route of the Camino pilgrim trail.
Eventually we stumbled upon the top of the Roncesvalles pass, a panoramic view point. Uplifted by our discovery we abandoned the van to walk to a distant summit that looked doable in 6hrs.
The trail we stumbled on was incredible from start to finish with a spectacular view around each turn. Purple mountain flowers were scattered everywhere. The distant sound of echoing cow bells and lush green wooded paths conjured some obligatory Lord of the rings puns.
We went off the beaten track to walk along the summit ridge. At the top, far away from any other pilgrim soul we found a sanctuary of curious animals where we ate lunch.
The cloud came down around us, the temperature dropped and rain loomed so we started the decent.
Our night on the Roncesvalles pass was filled with lightning and howling winds which shook the van. The morning was cold and our legs ached but we were high on life having succeeded with our far fetched grand notion of adventuring the Pyrenees.