Wednesday, June 29th, 2011
Surprisingly, I ended up again camping legally.
That’s Refuge de Tighjettu just above my tent.
What do you think ???
After my late arrival the previous night, crossing the Cirque of Solitude, I’d arrived at dusk. And departed early.
Tighjettu is known for it’s popularity (due to location) and ugliness.
Can you blame me for not wanting to sleep at these places?
There’s somewhat better accommodation a bit further on called Bergeries de Vallone. Since I wasn’t spending any money there, I found them unfriendly.
The walk down hill that morning was tranquil. I felt at peace.
In fact, I spent 40min studying the drama happening in a mountain stream pond, something I never do when hiking.
… The baby salamander was trying to eat the tadpole. Unsuccessfully.
The leisurely stroll ended with the trail starting the climb in the direction of Refuge de Ciottulu.
For the first and only time on the trek, I took the lower trail, saving an hour or so.
It was me and the cows down along the pretty river.
This was an amazingly mellow day compared to the 3 previous. The weather could not have been better.
This might be a mouflon, an endangered sheep. (I believe it is, though I saw dozens of the supposedly shy beasts. Fewer than a 1000 remain.)
Feeling strong, I walked until dusk. Finally setting up my tent in some tall trees.