Pyrenees - Niclas Seifert

HAUTE ROUTE PYRENEES

What if we walked an entire mountain range on foot? What sounds like an idea you’d have at 2 a.m. in a bar is something Jacob and I actually did in the summer of 2025—and we loved it. Well, most of the time.

Traversing the Pyrenees from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean Sea was a journey full of suffering, adventure, incredible landscapes, and plenty of fun too. Watch us break tents and fingers—and get snowed on in early September.

THE STORY BEHIND...

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The French West Coast gave us everything but a smooth start. Poor visibility, wet sleeping bags and long dirt road sections were the peak Basque Country experience.

After escaping the rainy Basque Country, we finally saw the sun again and arrived in Pyrenees National Park. We climbed our first 3,000-meter peak on the trail and destroyed our tent when winter suddenly hit on the first of September.

After my knee forced me to take some rest, we attacked again and summitted the highest mountain of the Pyrenees – Pico Anetto.

The last section was tough – the most remote part, with very few visitors, where the raw beauty of the Pyrenees unfolds. Speaking of folding: after an accident, I dislocated my finger, we bent it back on the trail and kept hiking until we reached civilization again in Andorra.

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HAUTE ROUTE PYRENEES

THE STORY BEHIND...

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