Sweeping views. Green vegetation just beginning to turn autumnal colors. High-elevation cattle. Hard-pedaling bicyclists.
The French side of the Pyrenees.
The Spanish side—our route, at least.
Less vegetation, so drier. One major ski town instead of several.
Then we dropped down onto a plateau with very red-orange soils. Where erosion had cut into the surface, the deeper soils were grey-white, and apparently not arable.
Gorgeous skies everywhere. Not sure when I checked that box….