Wow! Snowy Pyrenees behind Àger

Another light north wind hot sunny day. Visibility is stunning and the view into the snow dusted Pyrenees is one of those WOW! moments the first time you see it. Its still pretty 'wow' even after a few days of it too!
I was umming and arrghing whether to fly or not since I'd gone up the hill with my truck and Merlin but no-one to drive it down and no-one else flying to share lifts with.
The draw of sunshine, thermals and squadrons of vultures circling the cliffs soon made the decision for me. I decided that I'd not risk getting lower than 'camp 300' landing field on the plateau, so that it would just be a walk back up to get the car later....BUT, I can't resist trying just a little more than is feasible! So after deciding that it would be wimping-out to just land (in the sensible place ) after just a 30 minute flight I threw myself over to the ermita and Tablones sure that I'd get back again.
The rest, as they say, is history!
After grovelling back up at the ermita and losing it all to get to Tablones I was committed to some 'shadow touching' against the rocks to get back into hell gulley and the climb back to 'camp 300'.
Every climb, and there were plenty of the strong snaky, wing snatching variety, took me to the inversion at 1200m a tantalising 100m short of what i needed to slide onto the plateau. After 50 minutes of grovelling, banging my head on the inversion, pleading to the thermal gods, coaxing my wing to squeak every centimetre from each climb and finally accepting that it wasn't going to happen I arrived at Maciarol needing to put all my hitching skills to the test.