It was getting late as Chris and I hiked across the Spanish border and by the time we hiked to the foothills of the Pyrenees the sun was setting. We emerged from the trail system by a river, a park, and a campground. However, not wanting to pay the cost for the campground (camping in Europe usually costs around 20 Euros, but with the conversion rate that is more than we want to pay for a night sleeping outside!), we decided to brave our chances in the park.
Spanish pine trees
Trying not to look too suspicious, we wound our way along the established path until we had passed the majority of park-goers, then tucked away into the woods to find a hidey-hole to camp in.
Setting up our tent (basically a tarp that we can stake out and string up) took minutes and we were then free to relax in the twilight before darkness fell.
Art supplies and a map of the trail we took over the Pyrenees.
I did some watercolor painting while Chris read the Kindle...
And then it was time for bed!
Have you guys ever camped in bizarre places? Had a travel experience which led to you spending the night somewhere unusual? Leave a comment, I would love to hear your stories!