Showing posts with label Pays Basque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pays Basque. Show all posts

September 15, 2012

Col d'Orgambide and Col d'Arnostéguy

First up is a photo of the morning light from a window in my room. Then there was breakfast, then today's ride.


Leaving St. Jean Pied de Port unloaded, my panniers left behind at Errecaldia, where I am staying, I found a fabulous route that went first to Col d'Orgambidé, and then stayed high to Col d'Arnostéguy. For governmental purposes, France is divided into Départements, I believe courtesy of Napoleon, as a part of his uniting it into one country. I am in Departement 64, which supports cycling in part by their list of bike routes, some of which are marked on the roadways. This one wasn't, but I found this route on their site, making a loop of it, instead of going and returning the same way, as their instructions do.




Leaving St. Jean PdP on the D301, my route followed the Nive River upstream to Estérenburcy, and then on to the fork with the D428 at Beherobie. It is a beautiful, fast river and a lovely ride. Taking the 428, the road begins climbing, never very steeply, just a long, steady climb, gradually switchbacking its way uphill. This was another one - car -at -a -time route, though without much traffic. What traffic there was simply swung out onto the grass to pass me. My sense of it was that the grade was never more than about 6%, though this is hard to guess. Unloaded, better road surface, chastened by the last two days' steep roads, stronger legs or lungs, who knows? Ride with GPS claims more, and claims more feet of ascent, but I doubt both.



Anyway, the ride stayed in the forest for quite a few miles, with good views out only occasionally, before emerging into pastureland. It isn't altitude that creates these high open areas above treeline, it is grazing animals. Good for views, characteristic of the French Pyrenees, and controversial.


At the sign near Col d'Orgambide, a bit of a ways off the main road, I stopped to take a photo of Papillon. A very kind man stopped, offered to take my picture, and then went on his way. How sweet! I left my bike there, and walked over to the signs .... it was windy!

 
Back on the bike, the route worked its way across the plateau, around the edge of something like a cirque, though I haven't seen a name for it, before reaching Col d'Arnostéguy. Always following along close to the Spanish border, the valleys could be steep to the sides, sometimes with farm roads showing clearly below.



I didn't see any other people, not even cars, for a few miles, and the route was beginning to feel a bit more isolated than I expected. As I was assuring myself that I hadn't missed a turn, that I was going to Col d'Arnostéguy, I came around a curve, and there were... pilgrims. Lots of pilgrims, walking, and a few riding, following the Santiago de Compostellae. These cyclists asked for directions, then headed off on the foot trail, away from the road, with all the others.





The descent was much steeper than the ascent, and both my host this morning, and the driver of a car who stopped to talk, told me to follow the main road back, not to go to Arnéguy. Too steep, both said. So I stayed with the main road and descended slowly, looking out for pilgrims, who were not always paying much attention.



The little horses are pottoks, a species proven to be thousands of years old, native to these mountains,  and once threatened with extinction. They are quite small, and strong, and were sent to work in the mines in England, used in circuses, on farms and for smuggling.



Speaking of which, this pass is quite famous for two reasons: during World War 2, many downed Allied pilots, and other forces, were smuggled by the Basques out of France to the Spanish coast, from where they were returned to England. And much longer ago, Charlemagne's retreating army, fleeing the Spanish, burnt Navarre, a town they thought Spanish. But the town was Basque, and the people were enfuriated. The men attacked Charlemagne's army near the pass, killing its leader, his nephew. The story was later made famous in the historically inaccurate Chanson de Roland.



Back to the route. It was windy, and steep. I descended the route described in Mon 64. Took a look at my brakepads once back at the chambres d'hote, and I don't like the look of the rear set. My bike computer tells me 37 miles, 4063 feet of climbing. A great day of riding and a route I surely recommend.








September 7, 2012

Introduction

This bit is timed to post when my plane lands in Toulouse on Friday morning. Ahh, Toulouse! I haven't travelled so very much, but for me it is the very most beautiful, historic, vibrant, liveable and cultured city I have ever spent time in. I can't go back enough. Love it!




First thing I want to write, and think, about when arriving back in France, is how many people I have to thank, and how lucky I am to know them. So, thank you et merci!!! Of course, to my husband Roy, who somehow gets it that it is good and ok for me to spend hours and hours and hours pushing pedals around, and doesn't mind when I arrive home after work and riding, just tired and hungry ... or when I leave the country to ride some more. Et, Georges, je vous remerci mille fois pour m'enseigner la belle langue francaise et aussi parce que vous êtes tellement patient avec moi! That was in my poor French, a million thanks to my teacher and friend George who teaches me the language.



And to Kenny, who has taught me effective cycling techniques and helped enormously ... and the entire Arcadian Shop bike staff for their support and encouragement. I've ridden this summer with groups from the Arcadian Shop, in Lenox, and Berkshire Bike and Board, in Great Barrington.  Both stores have worked miracles in making the Berkshires more bike friendly. They have changed the culture here. Thanks to them both and all the riders involved in both groups. Visit both stores if you visit the Berkshires.



And to my friends Catherine and Matt, always a wealth of information about France, and to Hélène and Pierre, Catherine's brother and belle-soeur (literally beautiful sister, isn't that more lovely than sister-in-law) in Toulouse, where Catherine grew up.




Finally, not lastly, a big-time thanks to you, readers. Your input is most appreciated; I am inspired by your riding and adventures,whether it is touring, or randonneuring, or racing, or climbing, or riding for fun around home; and hope to hear from you! Please do comment if you feel like it.





This trip will be a little different from my past three rides in France. I'm not so much travelling from one place to another as exploring the region of the Pays Basque and the Bearn, both in the Pyrenees. I loved this area last year when visiting, and want to learn more about it. The plan is to stay in one place for two or three days at a time, riding small roads in the area before moving on. It will keep me higher in the mountains, attempting more difficult climbs and harder routes. This is gorgeous country, it provided fabulous riding last year and tempted me with routes that intimidated me then. And of course, it's France. There is sure to be delicious food, beautiful architecture and an incredible long history at every step along the way.



Here's a list, from west to east of possible climbs in the next 3 weeks. And I mean possible, I will only ride a small number of them. Altitudes are all in meters. The list is made from my yellow Michelin map ... these maps are full of useful information. One favorite is the little chevron marks, the direction of the arrow indicates a climb or descent.

     > = 5-9%.
     >> = 9-13%.
     >>> = 13%+.



Sometimes the steepest climbs have a little number next to them, a little number that it is important to notice. For instance, the ride to Col de Méhatché (844m, on the border with Spain) features two sets of >>, and four sets of >>>. The little numbers are 21%, 17% and 19%. This isn't  a long ride from Espelette, maybe only 6 or 7 miles. Now 844m is not so very much, but 17, 19 and 21% are very much, at least in my book.





After a few days of exploring the coast and the foothills just inland, I'll start riding my way from the ocean at St. Jean-de-Luz to Col du Tourmalet. I certainly won't see all of these passes, but will get hopefully experience a number of them. If any of you readers, who I know include way seriously stronger riders than me, have suggestions or favorites, do please add them in the comments box.


Col de St.-Ignace 169
Col d'Ibardin  317m
Col de Pinodiéta 176
Col de Méhatché (border) 844m
Puerto de Oxtondo (Spain) 602
Col d'Ispéguy 672
Col d'Aharza 933
Col d'Arnostéguy (border) 1236
Col d'Orgambidé 988
Col d'Haltza  782
Col de Burdincurutcheta 1135
Col Heguichouri 1284
Col de Bagargui 1327
Col de Erroymendi 1362
Port de Larrau 1573 (border)
Col de Suscousse  1216
Col du Soudet
Col de la Pierre St-Martin 1760 (border)
Pas de Guilhers 1436
Col de Labays. 1351
Col de Lie
Col d'Ichere
Col de Marie-Blanque 1035
Col d'Aubisque 1709
Col de Soulor 1474
Col de Bordères 1156
Col du Tourmalet 2115