GR5 Day 26 - Here Comes the Rain
Refuge de Longon - St Dalams
During the night we were both woken up by strange flashing through the tent, well in fairness Jac was woken up by this and I was then woken up by Jac.
The sky was clear and a thousand stars shone brightly above us, then flashes of light lit up the sky constantly for an hour, so it was either a very silent thunderstorm miles away or we were about to be abducted by aliens.
Fortunately when we woke the next day there appeared to have been no abductions and we were still on our slanted pitch.
Today's walk provided the joy of descending to 496 m and then climbing back upto 1290 m, always a joy when they do this. (seriously people of the Alps the Nepalese have worked this out better, they build bridges for you to walk across.)
The walk down was not too bad as we passed through very beautiful, if a little too vertical French villages. Lots of twisting and turning, switch backing along narrow cliff paths and eventually we arrived at the ground, we were contemplating finishing and staying in the campsite, but the sky's were clearing and the campsite was very well hidden. So after a visit to our favourite shop, for required calories we set off again.
I love a good up and this one twisted and turned in the same manner as they way down. Unfortunately the sky was once again darkening and rumbling was heard, so as this always quickens Jacs pace we flew up the mountain. The rain however caught up with us briefly on an exposed section of path that had been chiselled from the cliff, and the one pine tree didn't provide the best protection. As a result I had an impromptu shower, Jac was fine as she was encased in gortex.
Up and up followed by down and down and then up and up through forest.
All the while the sky was getting darker and darker, thunder was building and lightning was defiantly flashing just over the valley.
We made the campsite and got the tent up just before the heavens opened and sat in the undercover kitchen area drinking hot tea watching other, not so lucky very wet people arrive.
Half a tooth ... It was a particular crunchy M&M , fortunately it is half of the tooth I had a root canal on so at least no pain. I have however developed a lisp, this is either the result of missing half a tooth or sheer exhaustion. Only time will tell if I turn into Richard the 3rd as I have a stoop and I must admit I am starting to drag my feet.
Jac, as I have mentioned previously seems to have an alternating opinion on thunderstorms. I am fairly steadfast in my opinion that you should not be out in one (or sat in a tent). She is either flying down mountains away from them, or jauntily walking along a path pointing out the forked lighting with her walking pole. Whilst I am scurrying between buildings she it appears, on tarmac does not give a hoot.