This time, we're proposing a cycling route through one of these spectacular locations. Nestled in the heart of the Navarrese Pyrenees, in the Aezcoa valley, lies the harmonious combination of beech and fir trees that form the Iratí Forest. Known as the largest forest in Europe and for its near-virginal character, it contains mythical settings that envelop visitors in their special aura. Access is easy thanks to the various trails distributed throughout the forest.
Before us rose the immensity of trees forming the Iratí Forest. A multitude of paths invited us to enter and discover all those magical corners hidden within. What was once explored on horseback or on foot would now be traversed with bicycles as our steeds and backpacks on our shoulders. Everything that frightened our ancestors filled us with excitement and joy. Nothing could make us stop or turn back. Neither the effort nor the weather could dampen our enthusiasm for this new adventure, which, without further ado, we'll now recount.
Our chosen starting point was Aribe, a small village where several natural paths converge. Although other options exist, we recommend this one as the reverse route requires much greater effort. Once geared up, we began our journey along the road leading to Orbara.
After just a few pedal strokes, we realised the beauty that would accompany us on this trip. This feeling grew as we discovered the occasional scenic spots along our path, like the suspension bridge we encountered 3 kilometres in, near the Belotegui power station. After this iconic discovery, we continued following the Iratí River along our initial route for another couple of kilometres.
Shortly after leaving the bridge, we passed through Orbara, a small village in the Aezcoa valley, and 2 kilometres later reached Orbaiceta. Continuing in this direction, we cycled nearly four more kilometres until reaching a junction where we decided to pause both to rest and make some decisions.
Here, two options present themselves: continue along the asphalt road to visit the arms factory, or take the right-hand path leading to the Iratí reservoir, bypassing the factory. Having heard glowing recommendations about this place, we ultimately chose the first option. Truth be told, we had plenty of time and wanted to make the most of our journey.
We let our bikes rest while exploring every accessible corner. Abandoned and in ruins, the few remaining structures of the grand building stood in perfect harmony with the somewhat idyllic natural surroundings, creating an intriguing atmosphere. We could still observe the perfect channelling system and arches built to direct the Itolaz ravine.
After enjoying this experience, we resumed our adventure along the concrete track at the entrance to the factory's first house. This path would lead us to the Larraun neighbourhood (one kilometre away), cycling between farmhouses. We might encounter a wire fence for livestock blocking our way, but this poses no problem - simply open the gate, pass through, and close it behind you. Beyond this point, we entered a beautiful world of beech trees that rolled out a leafy carpet to welcome us. The red-and-white markers of the G.R.-11 trail ensured we could enjoy our walk through the leaves without fear of getting lost.
At the Irabia dam, the path continues along the lengthy arm of this civil engineering structure. Along the way, a sign indicates we're just 10 metres from the French border. Our route doesn't cross into France, instead continuing along the Irabia dam.
We progressed effortlessly along the track until reaching the Iratí Houses and the hermitage of the Virgin of the Snows (7 kilometres from the dam's end). Here begins a challenging ascent to Paso Tapia. In just 9 kilometres, we climb from 850 metres to 1,382! At the top, we took the right-hand path onto a vehicle track crossing the Abodi ridge meadows. We kept left (southern slope) to avoid the summit of Bizkarrandi. After another fence, we began our descent. As we lost altitude, the track improved in quality, enhanced by magnificent views of all the villages in the Aezcoa valley.
After a thrilling descent, we reached Villanueva de Aezcoa, from where we took the road back to our starting point. Exhausted from our efforts, we sat quietly for refreshments and rest. I could barely speak. It had been ages since I'd done anything like this... though it was absolutely worth it.
