GR5 Day 20 - Marmites On Port
Ceilac - Wildcamp just below Col Girardin after crossing it.
Apparently during the night something came into our tiny tent porch and absconded with an apple and a water pouch. They were both found in the morning about 10 meters away from where they should have been! I think it was a dog or as we were on a campsite it might have been a particular hungry and thirsty camper, anyway no harm done, but just in case the same thing happens tonight I have left only my socks and boots out, they should provide a very handy deterrent to any nocturnal hunger pangs of any passing marmites.
So today we have had a relatively short day walking wise, we have only covered about 10 miles and have wild camped before what would officially be the end of the days walk, we got here about 3 and have been sat on rocks watching the comings and goings of the resident marmot family. It's a brilliant spot someone has even made a little table and chairs from stones and built a campfire. Again though we are not touching the twigs as there are no trees for miles. So we can't replace, and besides we have toasty seeping bags. Apart from 1 mountain biker, a family of 3 french people and one quite odd German ( I think ) who took off his rucksack, asked for some water and then announced that he was gay before leaving, we have seen no one in hours.
The walk today as always starts with an up and through forest until we got to the first lake or lac as they call them here this was called Lac Miroir and it lived up to it's name with a brilliant reflection of the mountains and the moon in the water. Then more up, this time on a ski slope until we reached the second lac, this one was called Lac St Anne and it was a beautiful turquoise blue lake that was icey cold, though this did not deter some hardy souls - stupid - from swimming. There was also a little chapel which provided a handy lunchtime snooze spot.
After lunch all that remained was to get over the Col, this was my favourite walking surface of scree and shale so it was 1 step forward and 3 skids back, but success and 2706 m summited and down the other side.
Where we are tonight, we have had our last dehydrated trek meal, as we are dehydrated and this made best use of available fluids, we have discovered that Nutella spread and tuc biscuits work well as a dessert and we have played slim uno ( called this as Jac cut the cards into thirds to save weight - though this is now difficult to play due to small surface area of cards to hold, and makes for very tricky shuffling).
So a lovely night sipping port and watching furry creatures run around- just like Blackpool.
Things that made me sad:
My missing jacket, an English couple that we have seen the past few days had seen my jacket on a post. It was inside out and draped forlornly, the women was going to pick it up as she thought it looked familiar but they left it, so it's proper gone, I hope someone adopts it soon other wise it might get painted with a red and white stripe or worse still get blown off a mountain :-0 ...
My missing mum.
It came like a big wave does and knocked me of my feet, I wasn't expecting it but wham.
I missed my mum and there was nothing I could do about it as, no amount of wishing and longing is going to bring her back, I'm still mad at her for going so unexpectedly just when we were getting along so well, but she was never good at timings, unless it was last orders.
So tonight Sheilagh shit Bird I miss you and I know you would have loved the port we are drinking and watching the marmites running around. So let me imagine you are with us and we are telling you all about the fantastic time we have had, and yes don't worry I will get you another vodka.
It's nearly over:
We only have 11 walking days left, I liked it better when we had 30, though saying that Jacs feet probably prefer that its only 11, there are 2 new blisters today.