Morning lake |
Once we started moving they did too and wondered off back up various tracks to find what must be the best grass. To us we couldn't see what was wrong with the grass where they were. But at the end of the day they are the cows and know best.
We watched a group of runners come up the valley and set off up the climb. Running. One woman and three guys. She was the leader and the last of the guys was dropping off the back. Hats off to them. Not only running up mountains but considering the terrain. We were impressed.
Just the view... |
Once we reached the Port de Ratiera. Where have all the cols gone? The camping opportunities, referred to in the book, became obvious, after the rocky climb the landscape opened up to reveal what could almost be described as a lush mountain meadow.
I say almost because the grass was short, the ground rocky and it was liberally covered in cow shit of varying degrees of dryness. You could have camped - but getting a peg in...?
Ibons everywhere |
Breakfast is coming... |
We should have taken this as a warning.
Happy people |
There is a campsite just before Espot but we missed the entrance and despite the pool that we saw the way in involved walking back up the hill a little. No way Jose as they say. So on we went.
Espot is a thin village squeezed between the steep valley sides with a small river running through the center. We found the campsite in the village. Someone's big garden basically. I picked the wrong camping spot.
Surprise selfie |
Another bloody lake |
Dinner, well we went back to the same place. It was nice and a smile does go a long way.
Dying |
We were happy to be in a sheltered spot down in the valley near buildings that were taller and had lightning conductors attached.
It was an amazing storm.
Water stop |
Now on our ultra light tents the inner tent is mainly mesh as you have seen. So every time a big drop of rain (and there were lots of them) or hail (and there was a lot of ice) hit the tent it caused the condensed breath to spray us. A tent with a shower. Not enough to really wet you. but enough to keep you awake.
Another of those cool bridges |
But we eventually fell asleep. Well we repeatedly fell asleep. As the storm repeatedly woke us up.
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