Dwarfed by the peaks surrounding us, we set off by car from Saint-Lary-Soulan for a day hike into the surrounding wilderness. It was late April, a perfect time to hike–with the snow from the winter steadily melting, and before the stifling heat of summer crept through the valleys of the Pyrenees. [Read more…]
The novelty of France being a short drive away still hasn’t worn off despite living in northern Spain for over two years now. It’s a privilege I’ve taken advantage of several times; I just can’t get enough of the fairytale beauty of the Pyrenees, and the small towns that stud its valleys, like Bagnères-de-Bigorre and this one–Saint-Lary-Soulan.
As we drove further and further away from Lourdes, past pretty Bagnères-de-Bigorre , and through the green valleys of the French Pyrenees, we made the ascent to the largest ski station in the area: La Mongie. Stepping out into the cool, clean mountain air, the only thing we could hear were the occasional barks of some shepherds’ dogs, and a whistle or two from their master who was overseeing everything. The dogs gracefully laced in and out of the giant herd of sheep pictured below, setting off a domino-effect of ringing bells that were tied around their necks as they trotted into place.
Content with the herd’s position, both dog and master rested; heading to the stream, fed by last year’s snow, that cut down the hill-side. One of the dogs laid down in the stream without a second thought; feverishly gulping the water around him, as the shepherds scrubbed their hands, and chatted amongst themselves.
I’d love to come back in the winter and cozy up in cabin with a fireplace…wouldn’t you?