GR5 Day 22 - Thunder No Lightening
Col de Mallemort - Lac Lauzanier
So yesterday we saw 2 other hikers in the morning and that was it, no other person was spotted. So imagine our surprise this morning when setting off for another day of hard slog, that there was a group of about 20 other people camped around the corner.
We camped just below the Baraquements De Viraysse which was a ruined fort so this morning we spent half an hour exploring it, we could have spent the night in it, as one part still had a roof but I think a bit creepy at night.
Then it was over the Col and down into Larche which was a village destroyed in the war and subsequently rebuilt.
However there was no bank, no shop, but there was the promise of a campsite so maybe a rest day, but alas no, the campsite was there but they didn't take cards only cash and we were down to our last 15 euros which meant either one of us stayed or both of us ate.
Of course we spent our last cash on healthy nutrient packed food, well the bread was probably ok, but the bar of chocolate packet of biscuits also chocolate and the 2 magnum ice creams were perhaps not.
So we have continued into the Mercantour National Parc and it is breathtakingly beautiful, with streams, waterfalls and ice cold lacs.
We arrived at our wild camp spot on the shores of Lac Lauzanier and have laid around in the sun, with the occasional paddle to freeze our feet, I even managed a hair dunk but Jac said the screaming from the cold was frightening the children.
This national park allows wild camping but you can't put your tent up till after seven, pants were washed, tea made and then tent up, we are now sat watching the sun go down, over the mountains turning the sky from blue to red. Eating our chocolate and drinking the last of the port, and swatting mozzies away.
When you got to go, you got to go.
So whilst exploring the ruined fort an untimely call of nature occurred, this was not good as up until this point I have fine tuned my body to only require this sort of attention when near comfortable porcelain but with a diet of mainly Nutella and pasta, things have moved up a gear and we were at least 2 hours from seating.
It was going to have to be a poop in a ruined fort or a ruined pair of shorts, and since I was wearing said shorts to me this was an easy option - Jac was not impressed, she is a little more repressed when it comes to bodily functions ( prevailing wind aside ) so she opted for the butt clench and the 2 hours down hill. From experience people this is not good, going down hill gravity is working against your inner functions.
However on the plus side we did get down the mountain pretty quick - so it's not just lighting that makes her shift - thunder does as well.
Things that make you go weeeeee:
Gravel and pine cones are not innocent pieces of nature and geology, they are marbles of death and if you step on them with too much speed you can find your legs shoot off down the mountain with the rest of you following at speed behind.