St. Victoire 2/2

Last Saturday some friends and I decided to climb a mountain. So that morning we met at the cours maribeau around 9:30 to grab a picnic before we got on the bus at 10:20ish. The bus ride didn’t take long but by 11 we had started walking. If my life was a book, the first 5 minutes when we arrived would have been the epitome of foreshadowing. We started walking down what we thought was a path but were quickly stopped by an old French man who told us that it was down the road. We walked for a while, passed the path, came back and found where we thought we were supposed to be. Somehow we ended up on a track that was more than likely a deer path. All in all, before we actually reached the mountain we had been lost 6 different times. We finally start climbing the mountain and we’re not really on a path, we’re kind of creating one as we go. At one point I think it’s safe to say we were pretty much at a 70degree angle. It was pretty intense. We finally arrived at the top of one of the mountains and it was beautiful

We decided we wanted to go see the cross that is on the peak of the highest mountain so we climbed down the one we were on and walked guessed which path to take next. We ended up in someone’s decrepit camp and stopped to reflect. The reflection was short because we all were pretty creeped out by the tattered tarp and various shreds of fabric that were strewn about. After more wandering and a discovery of rosemary bushes we scaled yet another mountain. At the top we felt it necessary to relax and become one with the mountain by performing a sun salutation.

Once we were at one with the chi of the mountain we continued on our journey in hopes of finding the bus stop in time to catch the bus home. We of course got lost and had to choose between swimming a river and scaling a cliff

this is how we felt about the situation

We turned around instead. The journey concluded with the discovery of a dam and civilization. The bus came around 4:30 and we did make it home (obviously.) I was lucky enough to get an awesome souvenire from this amazing adventure…the biggest bruises you’ve ever seen on my leg. I fell on some rocks and it was pretty awesome. I look pretty hardcore now, so I’m not complaining.