Sorry for no post yesterday, I didnt have any internet. It is pretty spotty right now so I will write this quick before I lose the signal!
Today was a very interesting day. we said goodbye to our host Magali this morning and headed out after a breakfast of croissants and strong coffee. Six miles in the sky opened up and poured rain down on me until about mile 24. A cold, windy, mountainy kind of rain ; ).
About 15 miles in I ran thru a small village and climbed up beyond the town limits and eventually onto a fire road. A bit scared of seeing wild boars again, I was pretty cautious but was quite surprised when the road dead ended in a dilapidated french farmhouse surrounded by junked cars and various lawn assortmebts. Then I was further surprised when a toothless french man came out from behind the shed holding an ax (he was splitting wood, but still!)
informing me that all roads out of his drive were private and I had to turn around, run back 2 miles, and connect onto a trail that climbed up and over the mountain rather than around the ridge.
Finally getting back on track and catching up with Alex, we found ourselves on a BEAUTIFUL road whipping around the mountains and climbing up at a gentler 5% grade. We were shocked to go for miles without seeing another car but kept assuming it was because it was a small country road. Wrong. A few note miles in, the road is blocked but I can continue on foot and Alex manages to sneak around the roadblock. A hundred more meters and we stumble upon the scene in the photos below. A GIANT rock had come dislodged, fell to the road, the road had caved under its weight, and the rock had then continued down the mountain in a path of destruction. As my Dad put it, this wasn’t a rock that had fallen, it was a piece of the mountain that had broken off!
Never seen anything like it.