This Friday, I have nothing important to do well, having provided the basis to spend the week Libya. In the light of changing events I have to say I do not really regret not having left there: doubtless it would certainly been interesting to live an emergency evacuation but ... and happily run south of a country where people are being slaughtered a little further north would not have been good politics. In short, the decision to cancel the race and the trip was very good. Still, when Philip
Delachenal suggests I go for a walk, but not around because he had misunderstood the message of Pascal Zellner who proposes this ballad and think we do a round trip of about forty miles the shores of Lake Bourget, I'm quite starting. The weather is mild, therefore, failing to discover a new desert, not going to explore the environment my new home?
So go for a friendly trail that will take longer than expected: in effect, Pascal, well-known doctor in the world of trail that "medicalized" in particular the Solu Khumbu trail and many others and working to IFREMONT , tells us that in fact we leave for a full tour of the lake through new hiking trail called "Savoy Rando-lake". No worries, we are not at a score of one kilometer!
So we start, rather good look, just a portion paved and flat, the Lac du Bourget in Aix-les-Bains. It's actually pretty well marked, except in Aix itself, but we do not lose the wire too. We then enter in the beautiful forest where we find Corsuet still a lot of beautiful coastline. From there we depart quite markedly from the shores of the lake to go to the mountains that overlook it.
We pass through small passes at nearly 900 meters above sea level (the lake is 250 m) through woods and meadow, passing through small hamlets. A nice quiet environment. The slopes are sometimes quite pronounced and our pace has dropped somewhat since our departure, however, we still have time to enjoy this beautiful ride, since it gets dark a little later now. We obviously have not taken Front ...
After the village, it thickens a bit: the markup is probably not yet finished and we all spend a good hour wandering through the woods and thickets in search of the right track.
Finally we go through another path that makes us reach the "Lake hike. We then begin a descent to Chindrieux good, however we will avoid cutting. We here at the end of the lake, it therefore remains only to return by the left bank!
We stop a moment to ask for water at a brave lady who kindly filled our water bottles and then we leave. We find a bit of bitumen lead us to the famous Abbey Hautecombe. Here we have strayed from the path "hike lake," we are hoping to return by the "path of cure" following to close the lake shore. Arrived at the Abbey we have some difficulty finding the trail but finally said, ascending a little higher, we join.
From there, we hike the race becomes a trudge. The priest in question should be pretty athletic and had strong ankles: Many obstacles, branches, brambles and boulders to bring into effect across our path, the stone drains are sometimes difficult to cross and some portions are a little acrobatics. The handrails, which all seem new, like what that path is probably being rehabilitated, are so welcome. Our progress is not very fast but we are all still in good shape. Our eyes are often distracted by beautiful lake views, we overlook. Well it should, however, not too loose sight of the ground under pain of being on the ground quickly on such a ground.
Do not we were dragging too much fear of being overtaken by night. But hey we join the road just in time to enjoy the last light of this beautiful day. Time to strike some along nicely km admiring the beautiful quiet booths this lakeside and we're back to our starting point. The tower is closed. Night has fallen.
We returned well pleased with this beautiful tower of the largest lake in France. About 65 miles on it and some 2000 vertical meters. But this is not the most important. The key is to have completed this beautiful loop, this new discovery.
Turn around a lake, a mountain, a natural monument or artistic quest is one of the most classic runner, the walker, pilgrim. I am no exception to this tradition, have always been naturally grown, in such circumstances, to accomplish a turn. In my first rounds of the ponds in the forest of Rambouillet to the convolution around Mount Kailash, I will have done the rounds. This one reminded me at times the reflections of another lake, seen through the trees, that of Kovsgol Mongolia. While size is not quite the same, but the joy of running around house. With envy, ultimately leaving for a new round.
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