It was nevertheless, glorious. It started out dry, gentle grades and serenading birds urging us off from the security of this hamlet at the foot of the mountain. We walked slowly up this glass elevator enjoying vista after vista of beautiful French postcards. Fog occasionally engulfed us but the ascent steepened and never relented. Together with the climbing, humidity and temperature quickly joined in and soon our clothing were drenched and clinging to our bodies as if it had straps as our back packs did. This persisted in quiet misery and joy for almost 3 hours. Our intended stop materialized out of thin air, the horses greeted us, the circling buzzards gave up and life after death is pretty good. Tomorrow we do it again but much, much longer. It can only be better.
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