The pass into Spain: one field note, written from the ground
I write field notes from ground I walk myself. This one is whole and in the open, so you can read the work before any money moves.
Ibañeta, the pass into Spain
Ibañeta. The Pyrenees, first day out of Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. 1,057 meters, and the pass is entirely in Spain, which feels like a clerical joke, because everything here is crossing: France behind you, the Irati valley falling away south, one road, two paths, fog that arrives without warning.
A small stone chapel sits on the top: San Salvador. Its old bell was rung when fog came down, so pilgrims would not wander off the road. The hospital that tended them moved down the valley in the 1130s and grew into Roncesvalles. The pass kept the job.
Below, 778: Charlemagne's rearguard died in that valley, walking home. Einhard names them. Eggihard. Anselm. Roland. A stone keeps the last name.
Still there: the chapel, votive crosses, the stone, the road, the walkers. The camera crossed in March 2022 and found bright sky, bare trees, one brown trail sign.
Frame: Street View 43.0205 / -1.3247, March 2022. Sources: Wikipedia (the height, the names); pilgrimage accounts for the fog bell.
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