Ibón d'Estanés

On Tuesday we went for a walk; not a stroll- more of a hike, with walking boots and sticks. Drove into France via the Somport mountain pass and just round a few hairpin bends to the carpark Sansenet (I think that's right!) There were a lot of cars there, and to call it a car park is flattery!
It took us about an hour and three-quarters to get to the ibón (tarn in Aragonese). The route is part in France and part in Spain-our mobile phones beeped to tell us when we changed signal.
It was fully holiday season and there were lots of people, mostly going up, but some early birds already going down. It's not a very hard hike; we are, frankly, not up to that, but even so, the downhill bit on the way back left us with blisters and sore toes.
Looking back at the line of hikers reminded me of the little trek to Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh-that's not nearly as hard, but just as crowded!

Rafa with my hiking sticks

People everywhere!