When the climbing partner is down with flu, the plan B can easily become skiing at this time of the year. That is the short story for this w-end that saw me taking up the old habit of long drives (4 hrs) to visit Aragon and its ski resort of Formigal, at the French border and facing the magestic Pic du Midi d´Ossau below:
Although the promissed fresh snow apparently chose to cover Madrid´s Barajas airport instead of the ski resort, the skiing was still good, especially on Sunday, when i managed to even climb an arete on a by-standing pinnacle (picture below from pinnacle) to use up the remaining 3cm of fresh powder and pretend i´m ski touring. One way or another, the point is being made that Pyrenees skiing and scenery have nothing to envy the Alps ones!
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