Our destination is the Anie (2.504 meters), a pyramid of rock unmistakable landscape of the French Pyrenean region, but the first figure that draws our attention is the hegemonic presence of the peak Billare.
It was the third time in the last six months I was heading towards the same hill, but circumstances, in any case, They were very different. This time it was the day of the Holy Innocents and had already begun the winter.
I have nothing against racing mountain. It is a way of loving nature far removed from mine, but also respectable. Yes I have a lot against, however, of those who do not respect the mountain or get dirty with impunity.
The ski resorts in summer mourn the absence of snow. Its landscape is equally beautiful, but without the white winter the ski lifts, tows and artificial snowmaking cannons are grotesque, as resigned to the lethargy of the summer months. But, for the mountaineer, are always a starting point to walk to nearby peaks.