42 - Uneasy lies the head that a crown wears - Aiako Harria and Hendaye
Sunday, 21 January 2024
My worst fear has come to pass: the hotel’s wifi isn’t working… 🤣 I went to speak with the manager today about it but the lobby was closed; hopefully the issue is resolved soon.
Today’s big ticket item is a hike at les Trois Couronnes (the Three Crowns), though they're called Aiako Harria in Basque and Peñas de Aya in Castellan. These are a series of peaks that complete the set of mountains dominating the landscape in this region. That set includes: Larrun, Jaizkibel, and les 3 Courrones. As I hiked Larrun back in December and Jaizkibel last week, I figured it’d be good to cross the crowns off my list while the weather is nice. And it was certainly great weather today: some clouds in the morning but clear skies in the afternoon with temperatures in the 50s F.
The drive to the hike brought me into a natural park of Spain and included some serious curvy inclines; I ended up hanging behind a cyclist attacking the hill for a few minutes until I could see well enough to pass; to his credit, he kept pumping and never let up. I was worried I’d run out of fuel while driving up to the hike’s parking lot: I think this new car estimates driving range based on instantaneous fuel economy and I was horrified to see the number plummet from 120 km to 50 km over the course of 5 minutes… But I did finally make it to the destination with fuel to spare.
While reading about this hike online, I found a recommendation to conduct the loop backwards. The guide that said this reiterated that the hike isn’t dangerous, just that some of the steeper inclines are easier to ascend than to descend. I discovered the other advantage to this approach is that I had a nice hike in the woods to warm me up for the steep sections. There are three peaks (listed in order my reverse loop would visit them): Erroilbide, Txurrumurru, & Irumugarrieta.
As I rounded a bend, I discovered a large group of families taking a breather. At this point, the trail turned and started to climb out of the woods and I started to notice vultures wandering the sky. This section wasn’t too steep but brought me past the tree line as I approached the base of the 1st crown.
It was at this point that I thought I started to comprehend what the guide had meant about being easier to climb than descend: things alternated between rocky or muddy and I needed to use my hands to steady my footing. And then the trail turned again and I was on all fours crawling up a stone 60 degree slope with some ice not yet thawed.
I was greeted with an
excellent view of the surrounding area: I could see snowcapped mountains
further inland as well as the French/Basque coast from Hondarribia all the way
up to Capbreton. Much of this view I had
also seen when I hiked to the summit of Larrun but a new addition to this
landscape was an unobstructed view of San Sebastian. There were also vultures flying really close
to the peak, on some of their passes I feel they must’ve been no more than
maybe 4 feet off the ground. There was
another group of French hikers here; after I snapped my pictures we conversed
for a bit and they invited me to help them finish the bread and cheese they’d
packed. They had opted to climb the three
crowns in a there-and-back line instead of a loop; they got started on their
return trip while I finished resting with some water, cheese, and the sandwich
I’d packed.
Moving from one peak to another involved a fairly narrow trail that snaked its way up and down rocky patches. This hike is definitely not advised for those afraid of heights or suffering vertigo: I kept telling myself that a single fall here wouldn’t mean certain death, only likely death. But aside from the call of the void to the left and right of the trail, some of the rock formations I slunk my way through were really impressive.
Eventually, I reached something that gave me pause, il y a quelque chose qui cloche. Thus far on the hike, it’d made sense to me that doing this hike’s loop in reverse had allowed me to climb up some of the steepest inclines I’ve ever tackled, but I think all of that was child’s play compared to what awaited me on the climb to Txurrumurru. Fortunately, a couple of other hikers were right behind me, so I let them go ahead and they confirmed my suspicion: this part of the hike wasn’t so steep that it was like rock climbing, no, this part of the hike WAS rock climbing. Good thing I tried bouldering at that gym in Brooklyn before I left for Europe 😅
Anticlimatically, once I crossed over the section with a ring handle (some trailblazers had done a good job of carving out good hand holds and even some divots for feet) I ended up having to wait ~10 minutes for people to descend the next section. Kind of unfortunate to psyche myself up and then wait, but seeing other people coming down reiterated to me that ascending must be possible.
Reflecting back on
this, the climbing part of this hike (and this was by far the most rock climbing
in the hike) wasn’t necessarily all that physically difficult for me: I don’t
think my arms or legs were ever at risk of giving way from being too tired. But I did find it mentally taxing and
stressful: knowing that it was just sky behind/below instead of a cushy
mat really pushed me to be sure of my holds and footing. I’m so glad that the approach to this section
was dry, I don’t want to think about what trying to climb with muddy boots
would’ve been like. But with the climb complete,
I found myself at the summit of Txurrumurru.
It was certainly a nice view, but I hadn’t shifted all that far from Erroilbide so it was mostly the same 😅. At
least this view had the pride that I conquered my first “live fire” rock
climbing exercise, right?
After a few more pics and catching my breath, it was time to move on to crown #3. What goes up, must come down but fortunately the descent here wasn’t nearly as steep as my ascent on the other side. Still, I was down low with my butt to the ground as I sidled my way down to where the trail followed along the ridge.
The climb to Irumugarrieta felt more like a traditional hike: I used my hands to support and stabilize myself but my knuckles weren’t white for fear of my feet slipping and sending me tumbling into the abyss. And that’s 3/3 crowns completed! The views of the surrounding area didn’t change much between the three peaks but I suppose the view of the peaks themselves changed with my transversal. Fortunately, the hike back down from crown #3 was very straight forward and was a short, pleasant walk in the woods.
Overall, I’m glad I did today’s hike at the 3 crowns. Rather, I’m glad I successfully hiked them. It was truly sublime to sit atop Erroilbide and eat while the warmth of the sun balanced the chill of the wind. And I take a bit of pride in having literally climbed my way to Txurrumurru, but I think I’ve found my limit for adventure. Looking back on it, I can’t believe I went through with it… Again, in the grand scheme of things, I’m sure this was a very tame section of bouldering but in the moment I was fighting for my life. So while the 3 crowns have some great views (of both the area and the rocky trail), I don’t think I’ll return until I’ve gotten more practice/confidence in my rock climbing abilities: I got lucky today that it was a short scramble with forgiving handholds.
After I made it back to the car, I downed about a half liter of water and made my way to a gas station to slake my car’s thirst as well. If you’re close to the border of France and Spain, be sure to fill up in Spain: I filled up in Irun for ~1.3€ per liter but in Hendaye (France) it was ~1.7€ per liter.
The sun was getting ready to set so I made a quick stop by the town of Hendaye, which I had seen across the way last weekend when I visited Hondarribia. Hendaye strikes me as a nice resort town but it still feels lived in. Of course, basically all I did in town was take a walk along the beach, but I think I got a good flavor of the city (and it’s a pretty nice beach!).
I returned to the
hotel to discover that the wifi issue still hasn’t been resolved; oh well. I had a couple video calls with family and friends
and had a jar of cassoulet for dinner.
Afterwards, I munched on some bread with piment d’Esplette butter (I’d
bought the butter thinking it was cheese – it was right next to a bunch of
cheeses) and I could definitely taste the pepper in the butter 😋.
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