Walk Summary
The plan was to get to get to ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ about midday, ideally using our own transport then set off on the two hour hike and 2000' ascent to Refugio Angel de Orús
Once at Orús we would set up our tents then spend the rest of the day in the common area of the Refugio, buy a meal and a drink followed by an early night under canvas ready for an early start next day setting off for Posets summit by 6am.
That was the plan. Unfortunately the clear blue skies and sunshine forecast earlier in the week for Friday and Saturday, changed to rain and thunderstorms from 3pm on Friday continuing throughout Saturday.
So in an effort to beat the weather we decided to set off early morning and catch the first bus from Eriste at 6am, still overnight near the Refugio but with this plan - after we had summitted Posets. We did arrive a little earlier to check if we could drive to the car park. The sign at the barrier said you could up to 28 July (tomorrow) but the locked barrier at 42.59012°N, 0.49491°E clearly said we could not.
To be fair the online bus timetable for 2019 was from 28 June. So reversing the short distance back to the A-139 we found the car park and bus stop more or less opposite on the way in to Erista.
We joined the 13 others and paid our €10.50 return fair (single €7.00) because we obviously planned to return.
It was dusk when we set off but by the time the bus dropped us off at ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ at 6:25am daylight was making it’s appearance so unlike Aneto, headtorches were not required for the early part of the walk. We had 2-3kg extra weight on our backs with our tent and sleeping bag but mitigated this by taking up two empty 1 litre bottles we expected to fill after the overnight gear had been set up near the Refugio.
Navigation is easy, straight forward and reasonably signed following the PR36, a couple of cairns, yellow/white paint markings and with one exception, an obvious path. The second and last sign was at 42.62418°N, 0.46676°E, but the path was still easy to follow. The one exception is at 42.62568°N, 0.46550°E near a cairn and a couple of metal stakes hammered in to the ground. The path clearly continued to the left of the cairn as verified by Mapas de España IGN but very soon fades in to undergrowth. Other people had made the same mistake evidenced by some signs of bushwhacking as we looped back to the right to find the path higher up, but we ended up back at the original cairn. In hindsight, in fact writing this, has made me realise it would have been better to have just turned round and followed our route back to the cairn. Taking the correct option to turn right at the cairn we found a slightly less well defined path than the one we took earlier but it continued in the right direction veering to the left around Fuen Royas and eventually towards the Refugio. With the slight diversion it took us 2 hours 10 minutes to cover the 3.2km distance with 600m of ascent of fairly straight forward hiking albeit with a few steep sections, particularly at the beginning and towards the end. Once at the Refugio we intended to set up camp then go in to the Refugio for a coffee before setting off for Posets. Wrong. There is a clear sign as you approach the Refugio that camping is not allowed. So we think we will camp a little higher up after coffee and maybe a croissant for breakfast. Wrong again. We find the Refugio is in the process of clossing until 11:30am and in any event unless you are a resident and pre-ordered meals you cannot just rock up and order food or drink on spec. Not sure if this is policy in all Refugios, but certainly something to check up on in future.
By now it was 9am and the first band of rain arrived, so we used one of the lockers to stash our camping gear. We later found out that lockers were only for use by residents but the manager kindly turned a blind eye.
By the time we had charged our empty bottles from the faucets at the back of the refugio and donned our waterproofs it was 9:30am as we set off in steady rain up the GR11.2 from the refugio towards Posets. We had also decided we would not bother camping tonight but make it another big hike and return to the bus stop in one day. After all there really was plenty of time before the last bus at 8:30pm, but would mean another 15 hour hike similar to what we did up Pico de Aneto 3 days earlier.
Once again the route is well signed by very regular red/white paint flashes to keep you on track, especially when the path disappears, giving way to scrambling over large rocks and boulders. Eventually you reach the first marker post for the GR11.2 at 42.63080°N, 0.45452°E.
The red/white paint marks continue to guide the way until you reach the Val de Llardaneta. Here there is a three way finger post all pointing to the GR11.2. I presume the bit we came up is a spur from the main route to the refugio. Turn left at this post, if you have any doubt it is the right direction you can see some kind person has painted a red arrow on the rock within Posets written nearby. More scrambling over rock and a bit of easy climbing brings you into the Val de Llardaneta proper. The rate of ascent slackens off to almost zero and you come to a collapsed metal bridge over Torrente Llardana at 42.63514°N, *0.44722°E. Also an opportunity to top up water bottles, but after the severe stomach upset we both had within two days and still are 5 days later I am questioning if the water was to blame or it really was down to combination of physical exhaustion and heat exhaustion by not allowing enough time to recover from Aneto three days earlier.
Mick was certainly flagging, and this was before we took on any stream water. I asked him several times, without mythering I hope, if he was OK and he kept assuring me he was fine. So I just kept an eye on him stopping regularly to let him catch up and did not ask anymore. This was probably his first signs of going down with the severe stomach upset we both went down with.
Anyway after crossing the Torrente Llardana the landscape opens up to a very pleasant level walk, but don’t get carried away, this is the GR11.2 heading to wherever it goes. It certainly is not Pico de Posets. Make sure you turn right off the GR11.2 at 42.63757°N, 0.44280°E, some rocks and even a cairn have been daubed with red paint to help.
From here there is 300m of ground to cover to gain 100m before veering left when you reach the bottom of Canal Fonda.
Looking to your right and the direction of the path you can see the full extent of Canal Fonda and the route we need to take all the way up the gully to Collado del Diente between Tuca Alta and Diente de Llardana. An ascent of nearly 400m in 900m of ground covered.
Again the path is obvious to the bottom of the first ice flow which gave way to scree after about 150m, because of the scree and having to take off crampons I decided to give it a go without crampons and just toe kicking in to the soft ice which worked out fine. The Scree looked and was a little steeper, but apart from my aversion to ascending, and descending for that matter, scree was easily navigated by following the worn path zigzagging through the stones.
By now it was midday and the weather behind us looked to be closing in and heading our way. On reaching the second ice flow I was well ahead of Mick, so waited there for him.
During this time a group from the same bus we used were on their way down from the summit. I asked them in Pidgeon Spanish if they were the last persons coming down, to which the answer was ’No’.
One of them also saw my footwear and asked if I had ‘crampeones’. I said ‘Yes, but might not bother’, they all insisted they were necessary and warm clothing as well. So I stuck my waterproof coat on and bottoms before putting on crampons and swapping trek poles for ice axe.
Mick had also arrived and was putting on his waterproofs deciding to give it a try without his spikes, just his axe. Within 50m he was heading for a rock to the side and putting on his spikes. The locals advice was good.
Whilst putting on his spikes the weather moved in with heavy rain to our backs and the odd rumble of thunder. We looked at each other apprehensively and jointly decided to carry on for now, pleased we already had waterproofs on because we would have been soaked before getting them out. Almost sleet, the heavy rain seemed to turn to ice as soon as it hit the ice on the ground. We were fine in waterproofs, but it did occur to me that when I bought crampons and axe for a Scottish Winter Mountaineering course back in Jan 2015 I never expected to be using them in July with hat and gloves least of all in Spain - A bonus extra use eh?
One of the high points for me of winter mountaineer is progressing upwards, kick-stepping in crampons, using axe shaft as third point of contact, even though it was slinging it down with rain. However the elation changed when the thunder intensified and the rain continued when we reached the 3017m spot height at Collado del Diente. 700m in direct line of sight was Posets. So close yet so far away. We could not see it however and gaining odd glimpses only made it look more out of reach. Looked like the best line for access was via Espalda de Posets, a rocky ridge gained by a 250m scramble slightly off to the right which looked precarious, in the wet and adverse weather conditions followed by a further 200m ascent to the Poset summit. Gven the conditions and the fact the rock was slippery with exposure on one side I had my doubt about the wisdom of continuing. Mick was also not to happy about giving it a go and given his natural enthusiasm to try anything a go, confirmed my feelings. Mick felt the same, so with great disappointment and only about 750m/800m of ground to cover to reach the summit, we jointly decided to make the sensible decision and turn back. Descent was exactly the same route as ascent. Heal stepping in crampons with axe poised for arrest was mode of descent down first lot of ice to the scree. Mick covered the ground much better than me over the scree, so it was him waiting for me on the second ice low. Having taken crampons off to go over scree I did not bother putting them back on, relying on winter boots to heal step and axe ready to arrest a slip. Mick had already got his spikes on and we both got down without incident. We continued on path to base of Canal Fonda, turned left to descend to the GR11.2, then continued to the broken bridge over the Torrente Lardana. At this point I felt really tired and unusually for me hungry so we both took the opportunity to take on more water refuel with energy bars and nuts. We spent about 30 minutes sat on a rock recovering, musing if we had made the right decision to turn back (we think we did) and discussing if we could manage a return visit this trip. I came to the conclusion I could not muster the will to slog up this same track within a few days feeling the way I did. In any event we would need at least 3 days to recover and we had Refugio Goriz booked in 3 days’ time to go up Monte Perdido the next day. We were counting the the 4 hour hike and 900m of ascent to the refugio as part of our recovery process!!!!!!! From here it was back to the red/white paint marks to guide us down over rock and back to the path. Each step down was an effort, picking a spot to avoid aching bones and muscles, taking any more strain than they needed. Yet we knew we had a 2 hour hike out after we reached the refugio, itself at least an hour away. We eventually reached Orúz at 3:50pm where we met the two younger lads, everyone seemed younger today, who we met on the Collado del Diente coming of the summit soaked. One of them only had a Kagool over a thin shirt – and he was wearing shorts – and he only had trainers on without of course crampons, his mate had the proper gear, but this lad was totally unphased and just got on with it. Sometimes the enthusiasm and fitness of youth gets you a long way, but I dread to think how they would have managed and even kept warm if something went wrong. Even there backpacks looked to small to carry anything useful. Anyway they advised us the next bus from ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ was at 5pm and the next and last was not until 8:30pm and invited us to run down with them. That’s a laugh we could only just walk and we politely declined and said we would only slow them down. As they set off we checked the timetable I had downloaded. They were right. What a daft timetable, but I suppose it is designed based on past usage. So after a 20 minute break and remembering our tent and sleeping bag in the locker, that’s a another 2-3kg strapped to our packs we could do without having to carry, we set off for the car park expecting a long wait on arrival for the last bus. The descent was uneventful though arduous given our tired near exhausted bodies. Mick had slowed down again, but so had I. As we reached near the bottom just as we were passing Cascada d’Espigantosa on our right and the rate of descent becomes quite steep, I heard Mick say “It’s about time I realised I am 65 and choose a more suitable hobby” or words to that effect. I sort of ignored him but came out with something like “…you only feel like that now. You’ll feel different when you have recovered”. But it did confirm to me that something really had not been right with Mick all day. Think I was suffering from the same but to a lesser extent. Although we were both running on empty coming off Aneto, I don’t think we felt as rough as we do now. We finally reached ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ at 5:58pm, nearly an hour after the previous bus and 2½ hours before the next and last. We both slumped to the ground and finished the water we had left between us set for a long wait for the bus. The short rest seemed to lift our spirits and Mick suggested we walk the bus route back to Eriste. It is 3km in a direct line but with the 7 or 8 switchbacks at the bottom, more than 4km of walking. We reached our vehicles at 7:30pm dead on our feet totally drained. Plus we had to decide to return to Camping Ixeia, 20 minutes away, or head for Odessa Valley where we need to be next and have all of Saturday and Sunday to recover without having to drive 2 hours tomorrow. We chose the latter and made it as far as Camping Fiscal. So we all but managed Posets in one day, without use of the refugio. I know we did not make the summit, however and had the weather been kinder the final 800m up and same down would have taken a lot less than 2 hours still leaving plenty of time to get the last bus back to the car park. The final 4km down instead of using the bus tells me we had the legs. Having said that there are some important lessons we both learned:- • We need more than 2 days to recover form a 15hour hike climbing a 3000m summit even if we start half way up we still did 1600m of ascent on Aneto and 1750m on Posets, even without reaching summit.
• For me the return to Posets will involve at least one night in Refugio Orúz, might even stay the second night to enjoy the feeling of summitting the second highest mountain in the Pyrenees. Given we were 350m short of summit by height and still did 1750m on the failed attempt as well as walking 5km more makes this a bigger mountain, on these terms, to climb than Aneto.
• Look to use Refugios whenever there is a big walk in. Aneto did not really apply as it was only a 40minute hike from the trailhead, but Posets & Perdido have a 2 hour and 600m ascent & 4 hour 900m ascent walk in respectively
• Don’t try and rush things to beat the weather especially on long hikes, the bad weather arrived 2 hours early for us anyway and not only cost us summitting Posets, lost us the chance to attempt Monte Perdido at all.
We only had two days to recover for Monte Perdido and although our optimism said we would be OK and it did not matter if we over did it a bit on the last walk of the trip. Turns out we had already overdone it – Big time. Saturday was a right off as expected what I jokingly call a recovery day, Sunday turned out to be the same still totally exhausted but this time we had gone down with diarrhoea and not able to eat. For me this has continued till Wednesday and only started to improve after getting medication from the farmacia in Torla on Tuesday night.
Once at Orús we would set up our tents then spend the rest of the day in the common area of the Refugio, buy a meal and a drink followed by an early night under canvas ready for an early start next day setting off for Posets summit by 6am.
That was the plan. Unfortunately the clear blue skies and sunshine forecast earlier in the week for Friday and Saturday, changed to rain and thunderstorms from 3pm on Friday continuing throughout Saturday.
So in an effort to beat the weather we decided to set off early morning and catch the first bus from Eriste at 6am, still overnight near the Refugio but with this plan - after we had summitted Posets. We did arrive a little earlier to check if we could drive to the car park. The sign at the barrier said you could up to 28 July (tomorrow) but the locked barrier at 42.59012°N, 0.49491°E clearly said we could not.
To be fair the online bus timetable for 2019 was from 28 June. So reversing the short distance back to the A-139 we found the car park and bus stop more or less opposite on the way in to Erista.
We joined the 13 others and paid our €10.50 return fair (single €7.00) because we obviously planned to return.
It was dusk when we set off but by the time the bus dropped us off at ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ at 6:25am daylight was making it’s appearance so unlike Aneto, headtorches were not required for the early part of the walk. We had 2-3kg extra weight on our backs with our tent and sleeping bag but mitigated this by taking up two empty 1 litre bottles we expected to fill after the overnight gear had been set up near the Refugio.
Navigation is easy, straight forward and reasonably signed following the PR36, a couple of cairns, yellow/white paint markings and with one exception, an obvious path. The second and last sign was at 42.62418°N, 0.46676°E, but the path was still easy to follow. The one exception is at 42.62568°N, 0.46550°E near a cairn and a couple of metal stakes hammered in to the ground. The path clearly continued to the left of the cairn as verified by Mapas de España IGN but very soon fades in to undergrowth. Other people had made the same mistake evidenced by some signs of bushwhacking as we looped back to the right to find the path higher up, but we ended up back at the original cairn. In hindsight, in fact writing this, has made me realise it would have been better to have just turned round and followed our route back to the cairn. Taking the correct option to turn right at the cairn we found a slightly less well defined path than the one we took earlier but it continued in the right direction veering to the left around Fuen Royas and eventually towards the Refugio. With the slight diversion it took us 2 hours 10 minutes to cover the 3.2km distance with 600m of ascent of fairly straight forward hiking albeit with a few steep sections, particularly at the beginning and towards the end. Once at the Refugio we intended to set up camp then go in to the Refugio for a coffee before setting off for Posets. Wrong. There is a clear sign as you approach the Refugio that camping is not allowed. So we think we will camp a little higher up after coffee and maybe a croissant for breakfast. Wrong again. We find the Refugio is in the process of clossing until 11:30am and in any event unless you are a resident and pre-ordered meals you cannot just rock up and order food or drink on spec. Not sure if this is policy in all Refugios, but certainly something to check up on in future.
By now it was 9am and the first band of rain arrived, so we used one of the lockers to stash our camping gear. We later found out that lockers were only for use by residents but the manager kindly turned a blind eye.
By the time we had charged our empty bottles from the faucets at the back of the refugio and donned our waterproofs it was 9:30am as we set off in steady rain up the GR11.2 from the refugio towards Posets. We had also decided we would not bother camping tonight but make it another big hike and return to the bus stop in one day. After all there really was plenty of time before the last bus at 8:30pm, but would mean another 15 hour hike similar to what we did up Pico de Aneto 3 days earlier.
Once again the route is well signed by very regular red/white paint flashes to keep you on track, especially when the path disappears, giving way to scrambling over large rocks and boulders. Eventually you reach the first marker post for the GR11.2 at 42.63080°N, 0.45452°E.
The red/white paint marks continue to guide the way until you reach the Val de Llardaneta. Here there is a three way finger post all pointing to the GR11.2. I presume the bit we came up is a spur from the main route to the refugio. Turn left at this post, if you have any doubt it is the right direction you can see some kind person has painted a red arrow on the rock within Posets written nearby. More scrambling over rock and a bit of easy climbing brings you into the Val de Llardaneta proper. The rate of ascent slackens off to almost zero and you come to a collapsed metal bridge over Torrente Llardana at 42.63514°N, *0.44722°E. Also an opportunity to top up water bottles, but after the severe stomach upset we both had within two days and still are 5 days later I am questioning if the water was to blame or it really was down to combination of physical exhaustion and heat exhaustion by not allowing enough time to recover from Aneto three days earlier.
Mick was certainly flagging, and this was before we took on any stream water. I asked him several times, without mythering I hope, if he was OK and he kept assuring me he was fine. So I just kept an eye on him stopping regularly to let him catch up and did not ask anymore. This was probably his first signs of going down with the severe stomach upset we both went down with.
Anyway after crossing the Torrente Llardana the landscape opens up to a very pleasant level walk, but don’t get carried away, this is the GR11.2 heading to wherever it goes. It certainly is not Pico de Posets. Make sure you turn right off the GR11.2 at 42.63757°N, 0.44280°E, some rocks and even a cairn have been daubed with red paint to help.
From here there is 300m of ground to cover to gain 100m before veering left when you reach the bottom of Canal Fonda.
Looking to your right and the direction of the path you can see the full extent of Canal Fonda and the route we need to take all the way up the gully to Collado del Diente between Tuca Alta and Diente de Llardana. An ascent of nearly 400m in 900m of ground covered.
Again the path is obvious to the bottom of the first ice flow which gave way to scree after about 150m, because of the scree and having to take off crampons I decided to give it a go without crampons and just toe kicking in to the soft ice which worked out fine. The Scree looked and was a little steeper, but apart from my aversion to ascending, and descending for that matter, scree was easily navigated by following the worn path zigzagging through the stones.
By now it was midday and the weather behind us looked to be closing in and heading our way. On reaching the second ice flow I was well ahead of Mick, so waited there for him.
During this time a group from the same bus we used were on their way down from the summit. I asked them in Pidgeon Spanish if they were the last persons coming down, to which the answer was ’No’.
One of them also saw my footwear and asked if I had ‘crampeones’. I said ‘Yes, but might not bother’, they all insisted they were necessary and warm clothing as well. So I stuck my waterproof coat on and bottoms before putting on crampons and swapping trek poles for ice axe.
Mick had also arrived and was putting on his waterproofs deciding to give it a try without his spikes, just his axe. Within 50m he was heading for a rock to the side and putting on his spikes. The locals advice was good.
Whilst putting on his spikes the weather moved in with heavy rain to our backs and the odd rumble of thunder. We looked at each other apprehensively and jointly decided to carry on for now, pleased we already had waterproofs on because we would have been soaked before getting them out. Almost sleet, the heavy rain seemed to turn to ice as soon as it hit the ice on the ground. We were fine in waterproofs, but it did occur to me that when I bought crampons and axe for a Scottish Winter Mountaineering course back in Jan 2015 I never expected to be using them in July with hat and gloves least of all in Spain - A bonus extra use eh?
One of the high points for me of winter mountaineer is progressing upwards, kick-stepping in crampons, using axe shaft as third point of contact, even though it was slinging it down with rain. However the elation changed when the thunder intensified and the rain continued when we reached the 3017m spot height at Collado del Diente. 700m in direct line of sight was Posets. So close yet so far away. We could not see it however and gaining odd glimpses only made it look more out of reach. Looked like the best line for access was via Espalda de Posets, a rocky ridge gained by a 250m scramble slightly off to the right which looked precarious, in the wet and adverse weather conditions followed by a further 200m ascent to the Poset summit. Gven the conditions and the fact the rock was slippery with exposure on one side I had my doubt about the wisdom of continuing. Mick was also not to happy about giving it a go and given his natural enthusiasm to try anything a go, confirmed my feelings. Mick felt the same, so with great disappointment and only about 750m/800m of ground to cover to reach the summit, we jointly decided to make the sensible decision and turn back. Descent was exactly the same route as ascent. Heal stepping in crampons with axe poised for arrest was mode of descent down first lot of ice to the scree. Mick covered the ground much better than me over the scree, so it was him waiting for me on the second ice low. Having taken crampons off to go over scree I did not bother putting them back on, relying on winter boots to heal step and axe ready to arrest a slip. Mick had already got his spikes on and we both got down without incident. We continued on path to base of Canal Fonda, turned left to descend to the GR11.2, then continued to the broken bridge over the Torrente Lardana. At this point I felt really tired and unusually for me hungry so we both took the opportunity to take on more water refuel with energy bars and nuts. We spent about 30 minutes sat on a rock recovering, musing if we had made the right decision to turn back (we think we did) and discussing if we could manage a return visit this trip. I came to the conclusion I could not muster the will to slog up this same track within a few days feeling the way I did. In any event we would need at least 3 days to recover and we had Refugio Goriz booked in 3 days’ time to go up Monte Perdido the next day. We were counting the the 4 hour hike and 900m of ascent to the refugio as part of our recovery process!!!!!!! From here it was back to the red/white paint marks to guide us down over rock and back to the path. Each step down was an effort, picking a spot to avoid aching bones and muscles, taking any more strain than they needed. Yet we knew we had a 2 hour hike out after we reached the refugio, itself at least an hour away. We eventually reached Orúz at 3:50pm where we met the two younger lads, everyone seemed younger today, who we met on the Collado del Diente coming of the summit soaked. One of them only had a Kagool over a thin shirt – and he was wearing shorts – and he only had trainers on without of course crampons, his mate had the proper gear, but this lad was totally unphased and just got on with it. Sometimes the enthusiasm and fitness of youth gets you a long way, but I dread to think how they would have managed and even kept warm if something went wrong. Even there backpacks looked to small to carry anything useful. Anyway they advised us the next bus from ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ was at 5pm and the next and last was not until 8:30pm and invited us to run down with them. That’s a laugh we could only just walk and we politely declined and said we would only slow them down. As they set off we checked the timetable I had downloaded. They were right. What a daft timetable, but I suppose it is designed based on past usage. So after a 20 minute break and remembering our tent and sleeping bag in the locker, that’s a another 2-3kg strapped to our packs we could do without having to carry, we set off for the car park expecting a long wait on arrival for the last bus. The descent was uneventful though arduous given our tired near exhausted bodies. Mick had slowed down again, but so had I. As we reached near the bottom just as we were passing Cascada d’Espigantosa on our right and the rate of descent becomes quite steep, I heard Mick say “It’s about time I realised I am 65 and choose a more suitable hobby” or words to that effect. I sort of ignored him but came out with something like “…you only feel like that now. You’ll feel different when you have recovered”. But it did confirm to me that something really had not been right with Mick all day. Think I was suffering from the same but to a lesser extent. Although we were both running on empty coming off Aneto, I don’t think we felt as rough as we do now. We finally reached ‘Al Parking de la Espigantosa’ at 5:58pm, nearly an hour after the previous bus and 2½ hours before the next and last. We both slumped to the ground and finished the water we had left between us set for a long wait for the bus. The short rest seemed to lift our spirits and Mick suggested we walk the bus route back to Eriste. It is 3km in a direct line but with the 7 or 8 switchbacks at the bottom, more than 4km of walking. We reached our vehicles at 7:30pm dead on our feet totally drained. Plus we had to decide to return to Camping Ixeia, 20 minutes away, or head for Odessa Valley where we need to be next and have all of Saturday and Sunday to recover without having to drive 2 hours tomorrow. We chose the latter and made it as far as Camping Fiscal. So we all but managed Posets in one day, without use of the refugio. I know we did not make the summit, however and had the weather been kinder the final 800m up and same down would have taken a lot less than 2 hours still leaving plenty of time to get the last bus back to the car park. The final 4km down instead of using the bus tells me we had the legs. Having said that there are some important lessons we both learned:- • We need more than 2 days to recover form a 15hour hike climbing a 3000m summit even if we start half way up we still did 1600m of ascent on Aneto and 1750m on Posets, even without reaching summit.
• For me the return to Posets will involve at least one night in Refugio Orúz, might even stay the second night to enjoy the feeling of summitting the second highest mountain in the Pyrenees. Given we were 350m short of summit by height and still did 1750m on the failed attempt as well as walking 5km more makes this a bigger mountain, on these terms, to climb than Aneto.
• Look to use Refugios whenever there is a big walk in. Aneto did not really apply as it was only a 40minute hike from the trailhead, but Posets & Perdido have a 2 hour and 600m ascent & 4 hour 900m ascent walk in respectively
• Don’t try and rush things to beat the weather especially on long hikes, the bad weather arrived 2 hours early for us anyway and not only cost us summitting Posets, lost us the chance to attempt Monte Perdido at all.
We only had two days to recover for Monte Perdido and although our optimism said we would be OK and it did not matter if we over did it a bit on the last walk of the trip. Turns out we had already overdone it – Big time. Saturday was a right off as expected what I jokingly call a recovery day, Sunday turned out to be the same still totally exhausted but this time we had gone down with diarrhoea and not able to eat. For me this has continued till Wednesday and only started to improve after getting medication from the farmacia in Torla on Tuesday night.