2023 Sep 15: SJPdP - Orisson





The famed first leg of our Camino Francés presented an easy choice of destination number one. It would have to be Refuge Orisson due to our physical condition, the lack of preparation, and one other thing: The Pyrenees Mountains. In retrospect, it was the right choice for us.

The host at our lodging in St. Jean Pied-de-Port did not have breakfast for us as we had understood she would. We weren't overly disappointed especially once we saw the offering and the fact we could leave rather leisurely on this day, so we had breakfast elsewhere. Okay, here we go...


The morning was quite pleasant and we made our way to the church where a Camino metal insignia is embedded in the cobblestone in front of the main doors. We ran into Helen from Australia whom we had met the previous day. She obligatorily bade us "Buen Camino".



The colorful street signs upon immediately exiting the main portal were instructive and ensured we set off on the right path. Napoleon had definitely left his mark, the route was named for his historic military entry into Spain in the early 1800's. From there we began an ascent that seemed very manageable (at first). The first animal we saw was a donkey in a pen on a hill off to our right. Next, a few scattered pretty buildings and hostels nicely accented the way out.



The next remarkable moments were multiple green fields filled with horned sheep grazing and enjoying the fact that one day someone would write a flockumentary about their sheepish personalities (don't like puns? too baaaaad). They were very law-abiding and certainly did not appear to be on the lamb.




It was fun to advance and occasionally look back to see the path behind and the changing 360 views of the terrain. Martha and I were carrying our best backpacks, buttttt very soon discovered that they were over packed and causing great discomfort. Water, I need water.



Along the way, we noticed that we were frequently trading places and overlapping with a young couple. Amazingly, they were carrying three or four times what we were. They said they were each from a different Eastern European country and that they were glamping their way through the Camino with their tents and day-to-day provisions. We finally left them behind and shouted a "We love you!", in solidarity with their determination.


We finally reached a point to where a descent began, but we were so tired it felt just the same as if we had remained climbing. Then suddenly, a pilgrim several hundred steps ahead of us reached a point in a steep curve with a visual vantagepoint and shouted back to us, "we're here"! The more we hurried, the more we wondered if we were really there, or "here". We were. What a relief!




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