A pasture gate creaks open, the grass still wet from the night. This is how the last day of the Baztán begins: quiet and green, with Olagüe soon behind you. You descend more than you climb, so your legs can ease off for a while. No steep walls, no tricky passes. Just a little over five hours of walking.
As you go, things get busier around you. More houses, more asphalt, more traffic. The inhabited world draws closer again. In Trinidad de Arre, you’ve made it. Here your route joins the Camino Francés, and you notice it in the pilgrims walking around. There is a public albergue. Take the last kilometres at your own pace and look around you one more time.