A turbulent start
Before the actual internship at the Centre Lauegi began, my friend Alex and I had planned to spend a few days in the mountains. He would then drop me off in Vielha, the largest town in the Val d'Aran and my new home in the Pyrenees.
After his unit day, we started far too late in Toulouse. By the time we arrived at the southern end of the Val d'Aran two and a half hours later, it was already starting to get dark. We had prepared ourselves for the fact that the first ascent to Refugi Besiberri would be strenuous, both in terms of time and weather, but we were not prepared for what actually awaited us.
I lost a ski pole in the river. By the time we gave up the search, it had really got dark. We started the steep climb through the increasingly wild snowfall, taking our headlamps with us. The closer we got to the hut, the stronger the gusting wind became, which we actually wanted to avoid. As we could barely feel our hands, we zig-zagged our way forward without looking at the map more than every few hundred meters. When we finally found our way through the last steep section to the hut after 11 pm, we were both more than relieved.
But the wild stories about this 3-day trip, which was actually intended as a little warm-up, continued. The next day, I triggered a small snow slab. We had misjudged both the spiciness of the avalanche situation and the complexity of the passes, and after a long day we were both glad to arrive at Refugi Restanca at sunset.
After two avalanche noises in the distance and poor visibility, we decided in the morning not to try our luck again, but to take the direct route from the hut to the forest road and then down into the valley.
A pretty wild start to my time in Spain and definitely one that knocked my confidence a bit when it came to planning and safety in the (snowy) mountains.