Trekking Spain’s Sendero Histórico, the GR1

Accommodation on the trek is a combination of small hotels and B&Bs, sometimes in accommodation best suited for walkers’ or climbers’ in the rather limited number of holiday spots in this remote region. We had good places at every location. The main challenge was persuading local restaurants that we needed to eat early, not Spanish-style where the evening meal can start any time after 10pm. We only fell foul of this once and then got the hang of explaining our need for an early meal and an early start... and, of course, a bocadillo – a large sandwich comprising a large chunk of bread wrapped loosely around a sizeable chunk of meat. Just about perfect for a long trekking day (If you’re a meat eater! – Ed).

Riglos is a big centre for climbing, with a series of 300m+ high red near-vertical sandstone monoliths. Climbers were discussing their exploits in a local bar as we left but it was already lunchtime and our first few hours’ trekking were calling us away from civilisation and out under the vast cliffs and into the hills.
Loarre is famous for its Romanesque castle built in the 11th and 12th centuries – one of the best-preserved of its type in the world. Perched high above the town, it was a centre of Christian resistance against the Moors in the many centuries of warfare between the two contending sides. Only about 50km south of the Pyrenees, it shows how close the Christians came to being destroyed in Spain as they hung on to a few footholds. (Later, on the return bus trip, we spent a couple of hours in Barbastro, just a little to the south. This was the centre of Muslim control over the region.)
Bolea was a touch non-descript, but the accommodation was good. This was where we got caught with the late meal, sitting there with our tongues drooping and stomachs rumbling, hanging on for nourishment. In the morning, we found the paneterria was only open in the afternoons and so had to beg a couple of loaves for the day from a café.

In the stages after this – to Arguis, Nocita and then Rodellar and beyond – we got to know one of the unique features of the Aragon countryside. The villages have been abandoned over the post-war period and the remnants, decaying and a little spooky, house only the occasional family and sometimes no one at all. Two centuries of urbanisation and industrialisation in Britain was compressed into two generations in Spain, and these remote communities didn’t survive the experience. Luckily for us their tracks did, and now made up our Sendero Historico.

It was on the trail to Arguis on the third day that we got our first big views north to the Pyrenees, just south of the Ordesa Canyon and Monte Period area. The peaks were still in winter, with snow down to around 2200m, but the views of some 400km of the Pyrenees were impressive and inviting. The GR11 which goes through the mountains on this Spanish side immediately hit our to-do list.
Geologically the whole area is a bit of a cement mixer. Africa is pushing Spain north and this area just south of the Pyrenees is where all that pressure comes out. Canyons, conglomerate, fault lines are all part of the mix here, churned out by pressure and water.

At around this point we finally walked onto the map – well, onto Alpina’s Sierra de Guara map, probably the only high-quality map covering the route until it reaches Catalonia. The Guara has higher mountains and deep canyons, particularly the ones around Rodellar, which is another major climbing centre and also a centre for canyoning and offers a wider range of accommodation. We stayed in a climbers’ camp, in an isolated renovated barn with spectacular views down into the canyons.
Having detoured a little from the main GR1 route to get to Rodellar, we decided to take a so-called rest day here, to explore the ridges and canyons around the area. There’s probably a good week’s day walking here, and it would make a fine base, with a day or two of careering down canyons and some fine climbing, too, if that’s your thing.

Then, ‘rest day’ over, it was back to the 30km days! To this point the weather had been mixed, a few showers, a bit cloudy, a bit windy. But from Rodellar on, the weather was just wonderful, with highs of around 20º and full sunshine.

After Rodellar we ran into a succession of long days, all over 30km and 9 hours of walking but we took it all in our stride.

The only really challenges were navigational – discrepancies between the GPS track and the route on the ground. To my surprise, we tended to believe the GPS more than our instincts and that prejudice let us astray more than anything else.
One day was 38km and very special. After a long morning we arrived mid-afternoon at a fabulous holiday resort constructed by a trades union along the side of one of the immense reservoirs that are used to capture the waters in the mountains for the lowland – the Embalse de El Grado I. Professor Higgins (‘the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain’) had a better grasp of rhythm and speech therapy than climatology. After refreshments at the bar – we were the only people around except the bartender and his girlfriend – it was onwards up-river into a deep gorge (L’Entremon). The path clung to the side of the gorge about half way up, with spectacular views both up and down, before emerging along another lake (Embalse de Mediano) and then over a col and down to El Humo de Moro just before 8pm.
The hills over the last couple of our days were a little rounder, more wooded and on occasion the trail sought out the deepest woods leading to a certain amount of thrashing around and trying not to ping branches into the eyes of the person walking behind.

But the last day rewarded us with a fine, 10km-long broad ridge with views north to the mountains and south to the flat lands before the descent into Graus.

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine was born near Madrid. Aragon included Barcelona and Catalonia in those days and she was the daughter of Ferdinand and Isabella who completed the reunification of Spain (and funded a certain Christopher Columbus). She was the first female ambassador in European history. Well educated she could hold her own in argument with Erasmus and Thomas Moore. She headed up the English government at the time of the Battle of Flodden against the Scots – while good old Henry was partying in France – and she was related to the old Plantagenet English royal family through John of Gaunt. (Little-known fact: John of Gaunt invaded Spain in the 14th century.) She sounds quite a lass.