This is similar to another shot but I like it on its own terms. I was coming back down here after making an attempt on Monte Cinto – which sounds like a grand Alpine adventure – but wasn’t. Time and weather were against me which meant I reached Pointe des Eboulis then turned back. Monte Cinto was an hour or so ahead but all I could see was cloud.

This area took a long time to cross. You know how it is. You’re exhausted. You want the walking to stop. It doesn’t stop. You reach inside yourself for interior stamina beyond normal parameters. You have no choice. Eventually it does stop, which on this occasion occurred back at Haut Asco.

 

Up to Monte Cinto

Monday October 12, 2015