During October 2021 I headed to the Pyrenees mountains, basing myself out of El’tarter. A small ski town near the Andorra/French border, the location was ideal. It was close enough to some of the more dramatic peaks, to keep my interest high for the 5 weeks I had planned there. Being in the Pyrenees on my own was daunting at first, the incredibly steep mountain faces accompanied by low valleys. Created an intrusive sense of isolation, especially in the -off-season. Although steep, once at the summit the reward, would include jagged peaks as far as the eye can see. With the occasional Egyptian vulture flying overhead.
During the off-season, the mountains were empty, a playground for me to explore. Going only as far as my legs could take me. My location was between two polar opposites, a natural habitat including mountain peaks, and a ski resort. After exploring both I noticed a huge difference in the way the land was managed. On one side the mountains were well kept, with an influence on “leave no trace” and be wary of animals. The other side was reminiscent of a mine, although they allowed cattle to graze on the land, the man-made water wells for the snow factories left a sour taste in my mouth.
The whole experience called into question our relationship with these spaces, going in the off-season at a ski town offered an insight into land management practices. Although they are needed to bring in money during the winter season. It is a stark difference from the wildernesses surrounding the resort.
Untouched wilderness.
Road to a Ski resort, carving through the landscape.
"Priorities" a man would rather update social media, than appreciate the view.
Suffering before the view, the journey is always worth the reward.
Carelessness, a metaphor for our relationship with things we should respect.
Water well for snow machines.
Abandoned van, at 9300ft.
Target practice on the Andorran/Spanish boarder.
Why walk when you can drive.
