GR5 Day 11 - Breaking The Law
I didn't write this last night as I normally would so that should give you some idea of the exhaustion level.
After not much sleep due to water cannons and neighbouring tent with an occupant that shuffles around a lot, we set off quite early, Alison left about 10 mins before us, as we like to faff and by her own omission she is quite a slow walker so we figured we would catch up. We actually caught up 36 hours later so it appears she is not a slow plodder but actually a navy seal instead.
Up and up and up some more, at one point a pair of crampons and an ice axe would have been handy.
At some point we got lost in the woods :-0, thankfully I walk with a geek, who has access to view ranger, and many other useful apps, so there was no need to trigger the find my friends call out team.
We are entering the vanioes national park today, it has stunning mountains, cascading waterfalls, no wild camping though.
Unfortunately because of our extra long breakfast, (you can lose many hours over a pan aux raisin and a coffee) and a long valley ascent it was about 3 o'clock when we started the main climb and by that point it was hotter than a vindaloo.
The lovely thing about the French is they are very polite and will stand to the side to let you pass and say hello, this is great on the flat it's not so great on a 75% incline. You see because we are British we feel the need to speed up to get past, so as not to appear impolite and to say Bonjour back and Merci, this requires valuable oxygen which there is not a lot off when lugging your house on you back up a bloody steep hill and unfortunately for us, if you do go up at the peak rush hour of people coming down you are going to have to say this a lot.
After many many more hours than it should have taken we arrived at the refuge to see if any spaces. alas no, but we could try at the other refuge 2 hours away !
An illegal wild camp was the only option so we scoured the landscape for a suitable spot.
Now there is something about being told you can't do something that makes Jac a bit twitchy, I did point out that who in there right mind would walk up the mountains at 8 pm at night trying to find illegal wild campers, but she was still twitchy and it took all of the port we had till she calmed down.
What I have learnt:
Jac is a very law abiding citizen and will worry needless about breaking the law, I on the other hand see the rules to be bendable on occasions of extreme exhaustion, and do not give two hoots.
Marmots or as I like to call them marmites as they are brown and not to everyone's taste ! They are very cute but have a piercing call that can be quite loud and alarming at night, when illegal camping
The lesser spotted Jac can be seen scurrying around hillocks and looking panicked resembles meerkat behaviour, often seen at twilight bobbing up and down.