Pyrenees Adventures: Pont du Espagne to Lac Gaube

Un autre jour dans la belle Pyrénées!

Woke to grey mist and rain down here at the Grand Hotel.
Quick coffee on the Aero press and into the car for the drive up the hill.
At 1100 metres we left the cloud and arrived in the clear golden sunlight with majestic white peaks pushing up into the clear and still blue sky.
Up past the last 180 degree switchback that can handle a tour bus. Over the bridge to Spain and up again.
We arrived in an empty carpark. Just us and a lone mountain biker.
M waved to the cyclist and clapped his hands to let him know that someone respected the epic climb he had made. The cyclist smiled, and then collapsed into a patch of sun in the green meadow.

Apparently if we follow the track we will come to a lake.

This is where the track begins. Birdsong. The ringing of sheep bells, and the bubbling of the stream in the valley.

Yep. At 1800 Metres. Looks like a lake. 

I wonder what it looks like from another 200 metres up?

If we keep walking to the top of that waterfall.... I'm sure we'll get a great view. Puff puff. Hard to breathe normally when you are climbing at close to 2000 m. Effort required.

Almost there. Not much further.

Let's stop at 2000 metres and just enjoy the view shall we? Hey! Isn't that the lake we passed earlier this morning?

Maybe we can picnic in the meadow we passed at 1950 m? I'm tired.

Alpine meadow @ 2000 metres. Springtime. Above the lake. Perfect place for a picnic.

Now home before the storm sets in.