I wasted about forty minutes taking a wrong path before returning here, the far side of the Respumuso lake. It’s a fine area for sleeping and a few people were finishing breakfast and breaking camp. I’m usually the last to get walking in the morning. On this occasion I’d made an effort, a relatively early start to beat any rain and avoid being detected in my tent close to the refuge. I consulted with a French chap which way to go. “Vous etes Francais?” I said with too much confidence because he then spoke quickly and casually which was too much for me. Mists and vapours poured across the lake. I lingered here about twenty minutes watching and waiting for good light. It made me anxious because I had a long day ahead and had already lost time.


Pyrenees Photography: Respomuso Morning

Tuesday November 26, 2013