In July 2013 a group of Dutch hikers completed the Freedom Trail with me. There were two sisters Lizzie and Hanneke and their partners Marcel and Roel. They called themselves Dos which in Dutch means old strugglers or old suckers. At the end of each day the group would remember what had happened and Lizzie would write it down. Here is an honest account of what it is like to complete the Freedom Trail/Chemin de la Liberté.
Dos
in the Pyrenees
Preview: Monday 15th July 2013. Preview:
Monday 15th July 2013
Saint-Girons-La
ferme de Jeanne
17.00
hrs
Weather:
It is very hot today, hardly any wind, thunder in the evening, but far
away
Today we will
meet Paul Williams, our guide. We have packed our rucksac, and are
ready to go after months of preparation.
We are a bit nervous
and anxious.We shake hands.
Months we have
prepared ourselves for this trip, talked and read about it. Trained
our body’s and sharpened our minds.
It was really
going to happen: no, we didn’t have any questions.
Paul showed us
the 6 day weatherforecast: it was going to rain! Just a matter of
mindset, he told us.
Outside it is
getting a bit darker: the clouds are coming in. Just a matter of
mindset….
Paul gives us
the plan for the Freedom Trail July 2013: day 3 and 4 are changed: it
is simply not possible to walk the original trail, there is too much
snow. But he will take us to Spain and with that promise we say
goodbye.
Tomorrow at 8
we’ll meet at the Pont du Fer.
That night we
dream about mountains and the Atlantic Ocean.
Now
walking back down this mountain
with the strength of a turning
tide
The wind so soft at my skin
the sun so hot upon my
side
Looking out at this happiness
I searched for between the
sheets
Feeling blind, to realise
All I was searching for was
me
Oh all I was searching for was me
Keep your head up,
keep your heart strong
Keep your mind set, keep your hair
long
Keep your head up, keep your heart strong
Keep your mind
set in your ways
Keep your heart strong
Song:
Ben Howard
Day 1:
Tuesday 16th
July 2013
Saint-
Girons to Aunac; 23 km + 1100 m of ascent
How:
pick up from hotel for transfer to St Girons
Walk
Time: 8.00
– 18.00
Notes:
Low level walk. What you need on Freedom Trail will have to be
carried, You will need a packed lunch. Will now not be able to leave
a change of clothes in transfer vehicle.
Weather:
The sun shines till 3 o’clock, then heavy
rain, with hail and thunder.
Le Pont du Fer
in the morning: Paul is waiting for us. He takes some pictures and
the Trail is on.
Through
beechwoods, grassy tracks, bramble-strewn paths we try to find a
rhythm to walk in.
Paul stops
every hour to have a drink and a rest: and we need it.
Hanneke is the
first of us who falls over: she hurts her forehead and for us all it
is a moment to realize that we have to concentrate: every step we
make has to be controlled.
In the small
village of La Riviere d’Alos we stop for lunch near the stream and
a lovely old church where we can fill our waterbottles. Its warm and
we feel tired.
But up again: a
steep climb brings us into a silent, impressive forest.
This day would
be a low level walk! If this is a low level walk, how would the
other days look ?
We are worried:
these are just hills, what about the mountains?
We stop at the
barn where the nineteen year old mountain guide Louis Barreau was
trapped and killed by the Nazis in 1943.
It’s a quiet
lovely place with grassy slopes full of flowers.
For us it is a
moment to remember that once there was a time when things were
different.
Lizzie picks flowers from the nearby meadow and puts them on the memorial.
On we go, the
descent is an easy walk and we feel confident and strong.
At 3pm it starts
raining heavily, followed by thunder.
There is no
place to hide and Paul walks on and so do we, but some of us are very scared.
At 18.00 we
arrive at Aunac: a lovely gite, just for the five of us. With a
shower and dry clothes we feel like kings and queens.
The food is
lovely and the ambiance warm and welcome: after 2 bottles of red wine
it’s still raining but we couldn’t care less.
The newspaper
of yesterday in our soaked shoes and off to bed.
Well, there's
a bridge and there's a river
That I still must cross
As I'm
going on my journey
Oh, I might be lost
And there's a road
I have to follow
A place I have to go
But no one told me just
how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm
taking it...
Step by step
Bit by bit
Stone by
stone
Brick by brick
Song: Whitney Houston
Day 2:
Wednesday 17th
July 2013
Aunac
to Cabane de Subera; 16 km + 960 m of ascent
How:
Walk
Time: 8.00
– 16.00
Notes:
Food will not be a BBQ. You are happy to carry your own sleeping
bags. Tents will be available as backup accommodation.
Weather:
Cloudy, wet, sun is shining untill 3 PM. Heavy rain and
thunder(again)
We woke up in the
middle of the night: the donkeys were calling each other.
It’s a strange
unknown sound in the dark.
We get up at 6.30,
trying to have our breakfast at 7.00.
But we had too
much wine yesterday and some of us have a headache.
We start with a
long descent towards the river: we feel tired and need time to find
the rhythm of walking. The path is slippery and full of stones and
Roel misses a stone or two and falls over.
He will fall again
and again this day.
The track is steap
and leads us through the beech woods. We already have used up our 30
minutes complaining, so let’s hope the day will not be too hard?!
At lunch time we
reach the Col de la Core at 1395 meter and have lunch between the
cows.
It is by far the
funniest lunch we had: the cows are curious and try to see what’s
on our bread.
The woman who is
looking after the cows is very friendly and asks us where we are
going.
Her face looks
worried when Paul tells her what our plans are. O my God! What is
lying ahead of us?
But Paul seems
very confident, so why worry?
It’s a two hour
hike to La Cabane de Subera, passing first of all the unoccupied
Cabane de Luzurs (where a murder was committed some years ago when a
drug-crazed hippy stabbed his equally drug-crazed girlfriend to
death).
On we go, seeing
the Black Merens horses and various excellent views: we have our
Sound of Music moment: the hills are alive ( and indeed they are)
We climb and we
descend, climb and descend….our feet keep on walking and we move
on. And it’s hard…
At 15.00 the sky
darkens and soon we have to look for our raingear: the rain falls
heavily and there is thunder and lightning. Well, you may say I was really
scared.
Never hide under a
tree, we were told, but nevertheless, we did.
The mountain
refuge of Subera is a small cabane, one half for the shepherd, the
other for the hikers.
At that moment at
least four of us were blisfully happy seeing the Cabane in the
valley.
In the Cabane are
bunkbeds, a table, benches and a fireplace. We have to share it with
a French family but it all goes in great harmony. The rain has
stopped and we enjoy our simple but nutritious meal, outside the
Cabane.
Two of us are
going to sleep in the tent, the others in the Cabane.
When the rain
starts falling again it’s warm and cosy in ‘the Little House on
the Prairie’.
And
this old road is rough and ruined
So many dangers along the way
So
many burdens might fall upon me
So many troubles that I have to
face
But I won't let my spirit fail me
But I won't let my
spirit go
Until I get to my destination
I'm gonna take it slow
Because
I'm taking it...
Song: Whitney
Houston
Day 3: Thursday
18th
July 2013
Cabane
de Subera – Etang d’Areau; 18 km + 1244m of ascent
How:
Walk
Time: 7.50-18.30
Notes:
Tents provided. Camping at Etang d’Areau would lengthen the day but
shorten the next.
Weather:
Sunny and warm, rain and thunder at 15.00
pm.
Some of us get
up at 6.00 and see a beautiful sunrise. After a very quick breakfast
we have to become a berger for an hour and place the salt for the
cows on the big rocks surrounding us.
We leave at
7.50 and down it goes, through the grass, passing some cows with
their calves and a not-very- interested bull.
The temperature
is nice and we enjoy the nature and the mountains.
This day has 4
phases, Paul tells us.
At phase 1 we
enter a forest , very green and very humid. The path is rocky and we
have to concentrate: the stones are slippery and everywhere we see
and hear water.
The river
beneath us is wild: wonder what will happen when you fall into it?!
No time to
consider that: we have to cross a waterfall: heavy stuff!
In the poem
Ithaka, written by Kafavis there is written that you don’t have
to fear the creapy monsters on your journey. You won’t meet the
Cyclops and Laistrygones, unless you take them with you in your own
head.
Our heads are
full of them!
With a lot of
help we manage. After a descent of 3 hours we are down. End of phase
1.
Phase 2 goes on
at the other side of the river, up and down and up to a beautiful
cascade.
But after lunch
the legs become heavy and the minds are giving up: it’s enough!
Paul gives us a
break and while the ladies look at the black Merens horses, the
beautiful waterfalls everywhere, Paul is showing the men where we are
and where to go.
Drink a lot of
water, drink, drink, drink: that is what we should do. We drink.
It helps: the
legs are going again and up it goes: up and up and up.
No time to
think, just look carefully where to put the feet and the stick. We
must go on, phase 3 just started.
Paul is making
a track, promising us that it will get better. And again: we have to
trust him: the road leaves you no choice: you can’t go back and you
can’t go sideways. You don’t have to think or hope that the hills
will help you or the grass or the flowers. We simply had to move on.
What is the
philosophy of a mountain? There is one, and there is another one:
nothing to do about it.
At 3 pm it
starts raining, with far away thunder….and when we reach Col de la
Pause the sun is out again and we have our Hills are alive moment.
No Pause at the
Col, phase 4 is still to be done.
Lord, if there
is still another mountain
Another
mountain yet to climb
Lord, if
there’s still another mountain
Don’t make it
quite as high this time
And there we go
again,another hill ( or must I speak of a mountain) to be done.
Up to 1895
meters.
At the lake we
can rest at the patio of a cabane. The meal is sober, the view is
magnificent!
The tents are
close to the lake and at 21.15 we say goodnight to the mountains.
Pourtant, que
la montagne est belle, comment peut-on s'imaginer
En voyant un vol
d'hirondelles, que l'automne vient d'arriver ?
Avec leurs mains
dessus leurs têtes
Ils avaient monté des murettes jusqu'au
sommet de la colline
Qu'importent les jours, les années
Song: Jean Trenet
Day 4: Friday
19th
July 2013
Etang
d’Areau- Sorpe; 22 km + 720m of ascent
How:
Walk and taxi
Time: 7.30
– 17.00
Notes:
Freedom! Will have to cross some snow patches to get an across the
border.
Accommodation
used last year is no longer available. Longer walk now required as
Sorpe is further down the valley. Taxi?
Weather:Fresh
in the morning, sunny and warm later. No rain, no thunder!!!
We get up at 6.00.
The night was long, cold and windy in the tent and some of us are
pleased to get up and moving.
It’s a cold and
crisp morning and the warm tea and chocolate croissants taste lovely.
We leave at 7.30
up the mountain to reach the border.
I remember and old
song:
'The bear went
over the mountain
To see what he
could see
The other side of
the mountain
Was all that he
could see.'
The sun comes up
over the mountains and the view is magnificent. We feel small and
humble but eager to reach the Spanish border.
At 9.20 we are
there!!! 2260 meters: Port d’Aula: the border.
It is a very
special and emotional moment and we take our time to enjoy it.
How must it have
been for those who tried to escape form the war?
Now we have to
descend in Spain, through the meadows, between the horses and cows
and we stop at a little cabane, overlooking the valley.
Paul tells us to
say goodbye to the mountains: it’s a mixed feeling: happy and sad,
all together.
The landscape
changes: herbs, wild flowers and trees. At the river we have lunch
and fill our bottles with fresh water and
I came to the
conclusion that all I need in life is a pair of good shoes,a
faithfull stick and clear water.
On the road
along the river we walk to Alos and Isil where we have a lovely cup
of Spanish coffee, beer and icecream.How lovely it all tastes!
Actually
everything went smoothly today. We were all tired but without any
problems we reached Spain!
And Isil was
very nice: a little square, an old bridge and a lovely terrace! I
couldn’t believe we were in Spain.
A taxi takes us
to the B&B in Sorpe where the bed is warm and soft and the
meal is fresh and lovely.
Pourtant, que
la montagne est belle, comment peut-on s'imaginer
En voyant un vol
d'hirondelles, que l'automne vient d'arriver ?
Deux chèvres
et puis quelques moutons
Une année bonne et l'autre non, et sans
vacances, et sans sorties
Les filles veulent aller au bal
Il
n'y a rien de plus normal que de vouloir vivre sa vie
Leur vie,
ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires
De quoi attendre sans s'en
faire que l'heure de la retraite sonne
Il faut savoir ce que l'on
aime
Et rentrer dans son HLM, manger du poulet aux
hormones
Pourtant, que la montagne est belle, comment peut-on
s'imaginer
En voyant un vol d'hirondelles, que l'automne vient
d'arriver ?
Jean Trenet
Day 5: Saturday
20th
July 2013
Sorpe-Esterri
d’Aneu: 8km + 0m of ascent
How:
Walk
Time: 8.45-11.45
Notes:
Transfer may take longer if the main road from Spain into France is
still closed. If it is, then have to take to detour through Andorra.
Weather:
Sunny all day.
Up at 6.30 and
after a lovely breakfast we leave in a taxi back to Isil to pick up
our trail to the final destination: Esterri.
Roel has fixed his
shoes with tape § the sole is coming away from the upper.
We pass through
Boren, a small and lovely village and leave the concrete road and up
again: a lovely, winding path full of flowers and herbs: up and down
again. We don’t mind but enjoy it thoroughly: the views are super,
the weather is lovely and we feel so strong.
When we reach
Esterri we have to cross an old bridge: we are there!!!
This is a very
special moment, we all realize.
In the church we
light a candle and say thank you for keeping us safe!
The little bus
brings us back to France. The road is fixed and at 17.15 we reach the
Pont du Fer.
A last photo and
farewell to Paul.
The Freedom Trail
has come to an end.
Review/Reflection
The days after
were filled with emotions and memories: looking at the photos we
start to realize that our trail has been very special to us.
It was all
about companionship: working together, helping and supporting each other.
What is the
philosophy of the mountain:
Look around
I will overcome
Once you go up,
you will also go down
Find beauty, be
still.
Thanks to Paul,
our guide, who showed us the beauty of the mountains, who guided us
through difficulties and who supported us in sunshine and rain, who
showed us not to fear, but to keep the faith.
Who showed great
care for the mountains and for us.
It has been a real
adventure and we shall never forget.
Thank you so much!
Roel van de Meulen and Hanneke
Peters
Marcel Oonk and
Lizzie Peters
July 2013