About 12 more miles would bring us to Pamplona. Sun was shining and the temperature was in the 70s all day. It was warm but not hot.
We wandered around Larasoano for a while in the early morning seeing the beautiful flowers and stone houses, but not the yellow arrow to show is our way to the Camino and Pamplona. That made it a 13 mile day, but what the heck, it's all about the walking and sights.
The trail was along a ridge much of the way the vistas were beautiful.
One section, where the trail was narrow and the land dropped sharply off on the left, 3 bicycles came up behind us. We plastered ourselves to the uphill side of the trail. We wondered why they were on that trail at all. They seemed annoyed that we forced them to slow so much that they had to walk their bikes to get by us.
A short distance farther along we spotted two bikes lying akimbo against the uphill side and the narrow flat path. A hiker and the two riders were trying to rescue the third rider and his bike which were down the steep embankment. We couldn't help. There was barely space to stand. As we scrambled over the bikes and passed the rescuers, Russ could see the rider, head downhill and leg tangled in the bike frame.
Our guess is that the riders got up to speed again and couldn't stop when they came on the walker. We think they passed us about an hour later so apparently all came out okay.
When we came down from that section of trail, we were in the Parque Fluvial, a flat paved route all the way into Pamplona. It was no prettier than the ridge or the narrow, goat trail with bikes, but most welcome nevertheless.