Travel Diaries

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

Cesare Pavese

Chillin

Chillin

Whatta lotta notta lot. Every holiday has a day like this. This holiday had more than one.

Canoeing

Canoeing

Paddling down the Ardeche river on a beautiful sunny day, accompanied by lots of French people.

Salavas

Salavas

A small town in the Ardeche across from Vallon Pont d’Arc, where we stayed for most of a week.

Painful

Painful

French motorways on a Saturday in August. Why, oh why did we plan to change locations on a Saturday?

Cirque

Cirque

School geography had a lot of stuff about glaciation. The Pyrenees are ideal for a refresher field trip.

Vertical

Vertical

Glaciated valleys tend to be steep at the bottom and flatten out as you get higher. We didn’t get that high.

Panollama

Panollama

The Col du Tourmalet and the Pic do Midi de Bigorre. The Col is a long way up, but the Pic is further.

Grottoes

Grottoes

We decided to get out of the rain by visiting a cave where water was literally pouring out of the ceiling.