





So here are several “catch-up” blog entries with photos from our trip. You may have to click "Older Posts" at the bottom of this page in order to see them all. I’m going to load these in “backwards” order as an experiment so hopefully everyone can read them chronologically.
Starting with... the Refuge de Rosuel. This was our accommodation at the end of Day 5 of the GTA (2006 and 2008). We enjoyed it there very much and wanted to go back again to soak in the beauty of the surroundings without the pressure of the race. It turns out that part of what makes it special is having a group of 35 fellow runners and friends there with you. So the refuge itself seemed dark and quiet. But the valley around it was still spectacular.
We were so very lucky to be sitting in the right place at the right time to see a rainbow IN A WATERFALL from the refuge parking lot. Not sure if this photo will show it very clearly, but here goes:
And a photo of the magic that is Rosuel and the area of the Parc de la Vanoise:
The refuge itself:
A neighborhood sign we happened to catch sight of:
I had fun snapping a couple shots of John following me up the rock. I use the rungs, and occasionally the cables, while John tries to climb using only the rocks:
The Val d’Isere ski area in the background:
We thought this one might be captioned “John peeing from a plank” but it turns out it actually came out as “John contemplating the world’s shortest bungee jump”:
When we found the harder portion of the route, I grabbed the nearest bailout, while John continued on. He reported that it was “AWESOME!” and that I really would not have enjoyed it:
That’s my mountain goat!
Then there was the most amazing thing we saw, I’d say during the whole trip. I spotted a large bird and it looked like it was attacking one of the parapentes way up in the air! Then we watched closer and realized the bird was flying alongside it. And in fact it would land on its trainers arm in midflight. The trainer was flying tandem (well, in addition to the bird on his arm) so one guy could steer the parapente and the trainer could focus on the bird. How cool!
They landed and then walked over to the area where we were hanging out. It turns out the bird was a young Bald Eagle from North America - wow! We may never see anything like that again.
We found a well-preserved set of buildings where they used to process water from nearby sources to get salt. It turns out that there are much better ways to get salt around the world (salt mines, e.g.) so this factory didn’t last too long. But the idea behind la Saline Royale was to create a little city around the factory and provide everything the workers needed. Saving gas the old fashioned way, I guess. It was funded by Louis XVI so it had to look nice as well.
We enjoyed roaming the gardens, with their whimsical themes:
And the buildings (designed by Claude-Nicolas Ledoux) were nice too: