Where were we…..oh yes, walking (mainly uphill) from Duravel to Puy L’eveque.

Then I saw this – if you remember there was a sign in Duravel assuring me Puy L’eveque was only 5km away. Well here we are 3 KM into our walk and now we’ve got double the distance we were expecting still to go.  I know 2 more km might not seem like a lot but at that point, on that day, IT WAS!

Oh well, at least we met these guys (turns out to be the highlight of my daughter’s day)

Then we walked up more hills.

We began walking uphill backwards because when you are 7 and you’ve been walking uphill for 2 hours this is a good idea.

Almost there.

Sweet reward for their efforts.

I’m not kidding, more inclines. Sigh….more like HEAVE.

It’s a mirage – but not, cause it was actually there. This “bathroom in the hills”, promised a much needed water refill and porcelain potty break. Alas, there was no water and all those doors were LOCKED! &%$#!!!! (A special thanks to “The photographer” who broke in and tried his damnedest to hydrate his family)

For a second I think I’m hallucinating when I see pancakes growing out of a tree.

There’s no water on this portion of the trail, but there is this handy bench in the middle of nowhere which is odd but fantastic.

Despite my hangover from lunch and the 90 degree inclines we walked that afternoon, this was quickly becoming one of my most favorite days ever.

One of my favorite views.

Just WOW.

I spy something yellow. But who cares, the yellow is in the town of Puy L’eveque! We made it.

Turns out Puy L’eveque is gorgeous, weird (like you feel the mafia is watching you) but gorgeous.

And after waiting two hours for the hotel to open their doors (see previous mafia note) we got all settled in just as the rain started to pour.

Goodnight Puy L’eveque (I hope there aren’t any horse heads in the bed tonight)