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August 25, 2012

Summiting the Pic du Canigou with My Girls

The 1943 cross at the summit of the Pic du Canigou

I now understand why the Canigou is on so many hikers’ bucket list. Though this walk is not for the faint-hearted, the views at the top and the sense of achievement are amazing. The metal cross that inspires pagan midsummer bonfires stands proud at the top. Down in the valley, you see the roofs of the city of Prades and its 10th century abbey. Summer days see families mingle with young Catalan nationalists or lone Irish walkers. The Canigou is an experience worth experiencing and on the trail, our girls discovered a passion for mountain grasshoppers and pretty shiny rocks.

The iconic Pic du Canigou casts a long shadow on the plains of the Roussillon and in my family, it holds a special place. Painted by my great-great-grand-father in the late 1800s, the Canigou was the mountain he could see from the window of his bedroom. Call it his big backyard. He hiked it countless times from the valley and took his daughter along which in the early 1900s, must have been unusual. My dad hiked it many times it as a child and then as an adult with his aunts. I was long due on the Canigou and was thrilled to have my girls and my husband in the adventure as well as my dad as our guide.

The 4-mile hike, featuring a 2,000 feet elevation gain to the 9,134 feet (2,784 meters) summit, took us just about 3 and a half hours and by the time we went down, the Mediterranean sun was blazing hot and we were happy we got an early start. The secret to our early start was a night at a mountain shelter called Les Cortalets. We arrived the previous afternoon after an atrocious 2-hour long car ride on one of the scariest tracks I’ve ever seen – potholes, blind turns over sheer drops, one-car lanes with no pullouts, rock slides. I see why so many hikers prefer 4×4 private taxis to make it to the shelter.

In the morning we got up at 7am and gave ourselves an hour to get ready. Breakfast was a quick toast and jam affair washed down with tea bags and coffee, hot chocolate for my girls. We packed up our sleeping bags and belongings, stored everything in the car, adjusted the height of our hiking poles and filled our water bottles by the faucet that said “unsecured spring water.” At 8am sharp the sun was already up and we were on the trail. I looked at the summit and my fear of heights kicked in big time. How was I going to make it to the top?

Starting in a pretty forest clearing and grassy pastures, the trail is surrounded by thick bushes of rhododendrons that crawl up the slope to the treeline. Apparently the late spring wildflower shows are amazing but even in the late summer, we saw a few pink blooms higher up the mountain. After reaching the ridge, we turned south and continued the long ascent on the back side of the peak, traversing two plump folds of the mountain before reaching the steepest part under the summit. This well-trodden trail is by far the most common but even so you have to keep a good balance because of the big drops. There is another way to summit the peak on the other side of the mountain via a notoriously narrow corridor known as “the chimney” where rock falls are the main risk. For obvious reasons, we went the “family” way.

As we took a breather by a big cairn, a big bird of prey soared from below us and continued rising way above the crestline until we lost it in the sky. Was it an eagle? No, it looked more like a vulture and I was blown away because it was the first time I saw a big bird in flight from above. Gives you an idea of the mountain landscape.

We continued our way and crossed the first summiters coming down the mountain. These guys must have left at the crack of dawn because we still had a good hour before the summit. “Mountain goats!” my husband yelled, pointing at white spots on the other side of the mountain. We held our breath at the sight of the elusive animals and pulled out the big camera – this was so exciting! A closer shot revealed the mountain goats to be …. a family of sheep grazing coolly between the rocks. Darn, so much for the elusive and rare mountain mammals.

Finally we were on the last slope, a much steeper version of the two previous sections where dirt was replaced by loose ramble and big rocks. I tried to concentrate on the next step and never to look down as I zigzagged my way up. More giddy than me, my girls were flying up the trail with my husband who was eager to get a “clean” shot of the summit without the crowds. Well, crowds is all relative at 9,000 feet but the summit is a surprisingly small platform so you don’t have a lot of elbow room to spread out and get your zen thoughts together.

At last, the last step and the summit! I held my breath as I looked for a place to sit down. The heights made me dizzy and our trail faced the top of the chimney, another reason for me to want to sit down. Two hard-core hikers emerged from the chimney and just looking at them gave me shivers. Around the orientation table, a group of young Catalans were singing The Internationale in Catalan, waving Catalan flags or draping them over their shoulders. Clearly, they were retaking what used to be theirs before Louis the 14th. Sitting by the cross, two moms and five boys were taking turns posing by the cross and munching on their chips. I pulled myself together and walked over to the Table d’Orientation, a round mosaic table that points to all the notable peaks and sights around. What a view! But oh for me, how high this seemed.

To make it back down before lunchtime, we couldn’t stay more than a half hour at the top so we pulled out a box of fresh figs from the garden, a tube of sweetened condensed milk and energy gel gummies to snack on. Zen, a lone bird and grasshoppers galore. A last group photo by the cross and we were on our way down. Coming down, my girls picked up “trail pollution” and my 7-year old gathered all the trash in the zipped pocket of her fleece and her small backpack. She was thrilled tto dump it all at the mountain shelter and wash her hands.

Noon, Canigou over. Just the grueling car ride down to the valley. It was awesome and great practice for the next day’s formidable hike, the Pic Carlit.

 

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5 Responses to “Summiting the Pic du Canigou with My Girls”

  1. August 30, 2012 at 10:39 am, Marcia Keyser said:

    Frog Mom, thanks for an amazing adventure we can all enjoy! I tried opening up the link with your 7 year old’s story, by the way, and couldn’t do it. i’m going to try it again then skip to another browser. I loved the idea of your girl telling her story about a night in a mountain shelter.

    Where are you moving to and where have you been?

    I love it that you’re sharing Europe with us!

    Marcia Keyser

    How old is your Dad? He looks amazingly fit!

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    • September 05, 2012 at 2:11 pm, Frog Mom said:

      Hello Marcia, I’ll pass on your nice words to my dad – he’s 72 years old and indeed amazingly fit. I hope you were able to open my little one’s story, it seems to be working fine on my browser. Hope you’re well and writing!

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  2. June 06, 2013 at 1:59 am, Jon said:

    What a lovely post – thank you.

    My wife and I are planning to walk up Canigou for the first time this summer – and your post has really inspired us. We are staying on the side with the ‘chimney’ – and had thought of following the path on that side but,having read your words, I think we’ll now be going by the same route as you!

    All the best, Jon

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    • June 09, 2013 at 9:12 am, Frog Mom said:

      Thank you Jon, I so appreciate your comments. Please do hike up the Canigou but since you’ll be in the area and if you feel up to it, you should also consider the Pic Carlit. It’s so spectacular! http://frogmom.com/2012/09/summiting-the-pic-carlit-with-my-girls-a-tale-of-faith-and-vertigo/ However if you’re going to do the Canigou, start very early – the earlier on the trail, the thinner the crowds! Close to the Canigou, the Saint-Martin du Canigou abbey (http://www.stmartinducanigou.org/) is a lovely place to visit – there’s a 20 minute walk to get to it. Or in Prades, you can park your car to visit the Saint-Michel de Cuxa abbey. Both beautiful Roman architecture. Have lots of fun and pack you sun hat. Laure

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  3. June 18, 2013 at 11:58 am, Jon said:

    Hi Laura, pleased to give praise where it’s due! We are staying at the campsite just below the abbey – so we’re planning to walk directly from there, starting early as we can. The abbey is most certainly on the agenda – it looks spectacular – the setting reminds me of some of the monasteries on mainland Greece. We are there for 6 days, so we’ll have a look at Pic Carlit as well – Debbie has just done the London to Brighton 24 hour charity walk, so is very fit – I need to get in training!! All the best, Jon

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