mardi, août 24, 2010
dimanche, août 08, 2010
Last night Daddy and I walked up to the refuge "plan des gouilles" which is at 2355m altitude, almost 1000m higher from where we started from at Champagny le Haut. Everybody was suprised how quickly I got there, we overtook loads of people. The official time for the climb is three hours so I was pleased to do it in just two. It would have been even quicker if I didn't have to keep waiting for Daddy to catch up though.We got there just in time for a beautiful sunset
After dinner with me at the head of a long table of about forty people we went to sleep in bunk beds.
In the morning Daddy took some photos of the view
whilst I chatted to my new friends the pompiers
We started back down after breakfast
If you look closely you can see a man running up the path, there was a race taking part and they all looked rather pooped. Daddy said that the pompiers were staying at the refuge in case one of the runners had an accident, but I don't think they were going quick enough to injure themselves. We moved over to let them pass and wished them good luck as they sweated up the mountain.
It was much easier coming down than going up but we took our time so that we wouldn't slip or fall off the path and to take some photos. Daddy didn't take any on the way up as he said that if he had to stop to get the camera out of the backpack he would never get started again.
You can see that Daddy is carrying everything by now, even dou-dou. I carried my backpack all the way up without complaining but I didn't fancy carrying it all the way down too, some people forget that I'm only 4 years old!
After dinner with me at the head of a long table of about forty people we went to sleep in bunk beds.
In the morning Daddy took some photos of the view
whilst I chatted to my new friends the pompiers
We started back down after breakfast
If you look closely you can see a man running up the path, there was a race taking part and they all looked rather pooped. Daddy said that the pompiers were staying at the refuge in case one of the runners had an accident, but I don't think they were going quick enough to injure themselves. We moved over to let them pass and wished them good luck as they sweated up the mountain.
It was much easier coming down than going up but we took our time so that we wouldn't slip or fall off the path and to take some photos. Daddy didn't take any on the way up as he said that if he had to stop to get the camera out of the backpack he would never get started again.
You can see that Daddy is carrying everything by now, even dou-dou. I carried my backpack all the way up without complaining but I didn't fancy carrying it all the way down too, some people forget that I'm only 4 years old!
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