Waking up to the sound of a babbling brook, I stretched my tired muscles. I was just outside of Puisserguier, France and not really stealth camping. It seems that the French don’t mind a tent pitched next to a river just outside of town for just a night. No one bothered me, as if I was supposed to be there.
A golden delicious apple for breakfast along with a Baguette smothered in Nutella and I was feeling juiced. Good thing too, since I was about to enter the mountains of Parc Natural Regional du Haut-Languedoc. I packed up early and headed out for a day back in the mountains.
My choice of leaving the sea for mountains was exactly what I had needed. Covered with trees on the steep slopes and the gradual slopes planted with grapes, the mountains were beautiful. Jutting out rock formations with steep cliff sides topped the trees like cherries on ice cream. Clouds boiling over rocky ridges like opening a sauna door in winter. The song of the river Orb fading and returning as I etched my way alongside it. Small villages appearing along the river around turns, then disappearing, and reappearing. Then cycling through, where everyone has a smile because it is impossible not to wear your best smile in a place so wondrous. Exactly what I needed.
There will be more mountains in my future, as I am now looking up some of the hardest Tour De France climbs to see if I can tackle any in the French Alps! Thanks for tuning in. Remember to share, comment, and wear that pair of shorts you’ve been wanting to all winter but couldn’t because it was too cold. I ask to share this blog so maybe someone, somewhere with arthritis or another chronic pain illness will catch wind and be inspired. Cheers!
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