I have a mixture of feelings from relief to fear to joy. First of all, I'm finally going home to this:
|This is how much Audun looks forward to me moving in with him|
... which I'm obviously looking forward to. I can't say I've loved everything about my life in France (let me tell you about some of the paperwork I've had to do!), but in some odd way Grenoble has become my home. Or just the mountains around Grenoble. I still find myself getting lost in the maze of the old city occasionally.
So last weekend was my goodbye to the mountains. Mom and Dad have driven down from Norway to hike in the Alpes and then drive my bicycles (!) home for me. We were in Annecy for the Tour de France stage on Saturday (I'll post pictures when I get them - my camera was on strike). Then on Sunday we tackled Grand Veymont in the morning.
The trail starts out steep - no zigzags here! - and rocky. Mom declared she was feeling tired from the previous day's hike, and then proceeded to motor up the hill.
|The Momster in action|
|Ralph watches observes Dad's progression along the trail|
|Mom below the mountain.|
|Father/Daughter on top|
After a late lunch in boiling hot Grenoble, Dad and I headed up to the Chartreuse to finish a piece of unfinished business I have from back in October: Dent de Crolles.
We took the steep way up:
|Chamchaude in the dark, and the hills above le Sappey-en-Chartreuse in the light.|
|Ajouter une légende|
|Dad just inside the entrance (sorry about the smudged camera lens)|
- The Wild Bazilchuk