
Large, unspoilt natural spaces where it’s easy to move around, feel the thrill and experience intense emotions of all kinds. My encounter with a herd of Isards in a wild valley while ski touring… unforgettable!

Freeride at the Pic du Midi
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Large, unspoilt natural spaces where it’s easy to move around, feel the thrill and experience intense emotions of all kinds. My encounter with a herd of Isards in a wild valley while ski touring… unforgettable!
You can feel the adrenalin in the Hautes-Pyrénées whatever the season
“What do you recommend for adrenalin-seekers in summer?
Without hesitation, bungee jumping from the Pont Napoléon. 66m, the river under your feet… It’s a real challenge and a spectacle for those who prefer to keep their feet on the ground. As for me, I’m partial to paragliding and its sensation of lightness.
And in winter?
There’s something for everyone! Freeride from the Pic du Midi, speed riding in Peyragudes or Saint-Lary, ice climbing in Gavarnie or ice diving in Piau-Engaly”.
“Your favourite?
The GR10, which crosses the Pyrenees from east to west. Hikes between valleys and summits, along the water, a picnic by a lake and the friendly atmosphere of the refuges in the evening.
What’s your ideal weekend in the Hautes-Pyrénées?
In winter, a day on the slopes with lunch in the sun. A bit of originality with an introduction to speed riding. In the evening, a glass of mulled wine on a terrace to enjoy the lively villages. In summer, a Via Ferrata to keep you flexible and a short walk to get away from it all.
The secret ingredient that makes for a great time in the Hautes-Pyrénées?
Meeting the people of the Hautes-Pyrénées: always with an anecdote, a good tip and lots of humour.
The challenges, the nature, the moments of sharing
Sensational activities and unforgettable encounters
“What was your greatest feeling?
The feeling just before I set off down the Pic du Midi on skis. Excited and impressed … I loved it!
Your best memory?
I was ski touring in the Pyrenees National Park and in a wild valley, not a trace, not a sound… I passed a small ridge and there was a herd of Isards. Barely a few seconds passed before they took off. It was a magical moment!