GR5 Day 28 - Pea Soup and 15 Minutes
Forest just above Le Boreon - Lac de la Fous
I woke up in the middle of the night with a start, dreaming of wolves. I was convinced I could hear one howling, but apparently it was an owl. Nevertheless I removed the the food bag from the porch and placed it in the tent. Why wolves would be interested in our tuc biscuits is anybody's guess, but you can't be too careful when it comes to rations.
After feeling so rough yesterday, at least I woke up feeling 50 % better, until I had carried Barbra and her extra 5 kg of food up and down some more mountains. Tonight I am broken again. We have just finished an 11 hour day of walking, the book says 8 hours but we know books lie. Also we had camped an hour short on the day before, on the last flattish pitch in the forest the night before, (thankfully we stopped as today revealed no suitable camp spots for a few more hours walking ).
Today we have climbed the equivalent of two Scarfells and down one, the last one we came down in the mist so missed the view we had worked so hard to attain.
Parts of today's walk have been like the Wasdale valley, and other parts have been like Yosemite with the pine trees and lakes.
All of it has been tough going with boulder fields to cross, and scrambles up rock faces.
My favourite part of the day was the middle, when we stopped walking. A refuge serving lunch, real food ... a women cannot survive on Tuc biscuits alone.
We chanced another omelette a more reasonable priced 6 euros, and success it passed the Jac test, it was fluffy, it was egg shell less and it came with the cheese inside we ordered.
Tonight after a very long rock hopping descent we have pitched in the first piece of green we found, well greenish as there are a few cow pats around. I think we are below a reservoir, that Jac is convinced will be a stunning lake and we will be sorry we missed out on a beautiful location, I quite frankly don't give a dam... it could be stunning over that hill but it still doesn't mean I have the energy to move.
Things I have learnt:
Jac is a life saver.
I'm not the most stable person when it comes to going down mountains, I have slight balance issues - Patterdale mountain rescue will affirm that one.
So when you add Barbra's baps into the equation, and they are once again full of saucisson and water, I'm prone to going arse over.
Thankfully Jac is aware of the Bambi on ice, rock sliding walk. So has been close at hand to grab Barbra's baps and prevent a few tumbles, I am grateful for this but the saucisson is looking a bit squished.
If you are a chicken around these parts you must be minted and have a bum of gold. As anything with an egg in costs a fortune.
The Alps are damp, and I don't mean raining but everything at night / in the morning is soaking who knew this would be an issue. This is not normally a problem as we can get sleeping bags and tent out to dry at lunch, but today it was cloudy and we were sitting at a table using cutlery. I'm not sure our sleeping bags draped across the table would be classed as suitable dining behaviour.
So tonight we have a soggy bag, and nobody wants a soggy bag, it's nearly as bad as a soggy gusset.
It's always 15 mins till we get there - this is Jacs bribe to keep me going, 15 mins to the top, 15 mins to the bottom, 15 mins to around the corner, 15 mins to a drink, she has become a compulsive liar.
Wolves, they live in these parts, we will not see them as they are bashful, on account of us lovely humans bashing them. Today we heard them howling and it was a very eerie sound. Thankfully the howling was from a wolf sanctuary we were miles above, otherwise wet pants may have been an issue.