le Lauzet


This is the end of one of the best walks we did last summer.  Except for it was 34* and we had walked for twelve hours.  For the last four hours we had no water, and were traversing high above the Monetier valley, bashing through small tracks in the trees, and across rubbly, burning scree.  It was beautiful, but we were just too hot and scorched.  Finally, under the Aiguille de Lauzet, we crossed a raging torrent that was a perfect 11 degrees, and came out of some fissure about 50m above us.  Beautiful beautiful spring.  We drank buckets of it, and it was far superior to the coke we finally got at the Refuge des Amis below.