The view from my window

The view from my window
The view from my window

Tuesday 28 July 2020

The road not taken!

My ex and I can still see each other's FB posts but to be honest neither of us post that much. It's just a way, for me at least, to keep in touch with friends and family. I post once in a while - just things that interest me or maybe shots of the kids so that my family can see what's going on in our lives. He tends not to post for a while and then maybe 3-4 posts in one night. And sometimes I just shake my head at what he posts! Not so long ago he did the "ooo-raa marine corps" thing praising a bunch of female US soldiers. Trouble was, even I could see that they weren't American soldiers - they were Israelis. There's no way the US would have allowed the pony tails and scruffy appearance on these ladies (who were probably doing their military service), and somebody pointed that out to him. Then yesterday he posted another "drively" post about 18 year olds - then and now. Then (during WWII) 18 year olds (and younger) went off to war. Now 18 year olds - the snowflake generation (dixit my ex) - would always seem to be mortally wounded if someone stares at them the wrong way. So the post said something like "During WWII this 18 year old would have landed at Normandy, while today's 18 year old will probably have a nervous breakdown if his iphone won't work". Not totally word-for-word but you get the gist of it. I had to laugh when someone commented on his post saying that he doubted very much that the then 18 year old ever saw Normandy because it was a Russian soldier!!! Oh dear, I do wish he wouldn't post such drivel - or at least think about it beforehand! Still, it's not my problem if he looks a fool is it. I also hate the FB posts where people post something "sensitive" and then say "share if you dare" or "I bet you won't share this". Well they got that right because I never share those posts. Like how we're supposedly no longer allowed to say "merry Christmas" but will be obliged to say "happy holidays" in future. It's all a bunch of crap but so many people quote this stuff as if it's the Bible! I remember reading once about how the EU had supposedly invoked health and safety concerns in order to oblige "all trapeze artists to wear a crash helmet", by law. It was all a crock of ... made up by a bunch of drunken journalists in a bar in Brussels! Moral of this story? Don't believe, or better yet, don't repost all the crap you read on FB!

Anyway, on to other things. Despite my best intentions I yet again did not get up at the crack of dawn to go walking (no surprise there then). On Sunday the kids went to a place called the lac de Passy, which is probably 20-30 minutes down the road from Jordan and Jen. It's really lovely apparently and since I reckon I've never been there I decided that would be the destination for my walk today. Trouble is, I must have typed too many "ass"es into my GPS so instead of ending up at the lac de Passy I ended up at the Plâteau d'Assy! Nothing seriously wrong with that but it really wasn't where I was heading. If memory serves me right I last went up to the Plâteau d'Assy about 10 years ago in my camper van. My ex took our camper in the divorce (I got the kids) and so I bought myself a second-hand one for my own use. It ended up being a waste of money actually because my heart was no longer in it and in any case going camping on my own wasn't really my idea of fun. Nevertheless I did spend a couple of nights up at the plâteau and it was just fabulous to wake up to such a wonderful view, even if I had no-one to share it with! From there you get a full on view of the Mont Blanc and it is just breath taking!

You can't see it because of the cloud, but the Mont Blanc is
behind the darker mountain to the right!

The Mont Blanc stands at 4,810 metres
(pity you can't see it - you can just see it's snow "apron")!

I had packed a small backpack with water, sunscreen and so on but when I got out the car I realized that I had once again left my hiking boots by the front door! Bloody hell! Here I was all ready to go and all I had on my feet was a pair of flipflops! So what do you do? I knew that there was a pretty little lake just a little further down the road so I figured I'd take the risk of looking like a tourist and toddle down there for a stroll, but sticking to the roads as I didn't dare risk my flipflops on the proper hiking trail. It was actually pretty busy down at the lake oddly enough, but with most of the cars being registered out of state!

Le Lac Vert - the green lake

As it had been threatening storms all afternoon I decided I had better head back up to the plâteau and oddly enough I found it easier going back uphill than going downhill - my footwear might have had something to do with that! Again, as usual, the first 10 minutes are hard and then I get into the swing of it - I just wish I didn't go quite so puce in the face though. You know how people with fair skin get that bright red thing going, well what with that and the sweat pouring off me I had the look of an electrified tomato by the time I got to the top, despite not feeling bad at all! I just looked like I was going to have a coronary!

On the way back up!




When I was almost at the top I noticed this car with Dutch licence plates. I'd noticed the "tent on top of the car" on the way down but on the way back I realized that there really was a fully set up tent on the roof of the car with a ladder leading to the top for them to climb in! I say "them" but in fact it turned out to be just one Dutch lady (as I deduced by the fact that there was only one bike and one bike rack) so she must have been travelling around on her own. I don't know if I'd ever be mad enough to do something like that (I like to think I would), but hats off to her anyway. Then I had all the "where does she wash if she isn't in a camp site" thing going on, but I'm sure she's got all that covered - the Dutch usually do!

Yep, her sleeping quarters are actually on top of the car!

Anyway, as a reward for my endeavours I sat and had a glass of wine while admiring the view and reading my book. A French lady about the same age as me, or maybe a little younger, sat at the table next to me and also had a glass of wine while reading her book. Sadly that's where the similarities ended because she had all the right hiking gear (anti-sweat, anti-rain, anti-just about everything), she wasn't puce in the face and her hair just looked "casually windswept"! I said au revoir to her as I got up to leave, desperately hoping she wouldn't notice my sweaty back and that my flipflops wouldn't make the same farting noise they'd made all the way back up the road! No such luck! God, sometimes I hate the French!




11 comments:

  1. I'm sorry your hike was disrupted to improper footwear, but as usual, it made a good story. I'm not sure what I will do with my night. I made a weird supper-part planned, part, "we need ot use this up" part, "I suppose we need a side." I wish I hadn't left my little mini wine four pack a tht elake, I don't wan tot open a bottle just for myself. I might have a Mikes Hard Lemonade and sit on the porch wiht a book. Hubs is hot and tires, and the college kid is meeting friends for a fire. Yeah, I think I'll have a date with Mike tonight.

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    1. Now I probably would open a bottle of wine just for myself (well there's nobody else here is there) so I decided if I can I will "earn" my glass of wine by walking. But you're right, sitting out relaxing and reading a book is bliss isn't it!

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  2. Very funny post! Why did you not just go back into the house and get the boots?

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    1. I was already at the Plâteau d'Assy when I realized I'd left my boots behind and it's an hour away from home. I've solved that problem now by leaving a spare pair in my car!!!

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  3. I can just imagine your face when you realised you were in the wrong place with the wrong clothes! That said, it looks beautiful so at least it wasn't wasted. I've been up Mont Blanc, in a lightening storm. Its not fun! It is very beautiful though I have to admit.
    My brother is like your ex and posts all sorts of rubbish without checking to see if it's correct. He's a bit Trumpish at times! I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that those posts that people cut and paste and say 'no-one will share this post' are scams to get to your contacts, however having not fact checked that (and as my own blog will show I have previous!) it might be perfectly innocent but like you I don't pass them on! x

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    1. Being in the mountains in a thunder storm is scary as heck. I got caught in the worst hail storm of my life up in the Jura one time and it was definitely frightening. Damaged cars and everything. And my ex is definitely Trump-ish, even though people call him out on it. I would guess he's got a few drinks inside him when he posts most of his rubbish. I did call him out one time on an appalling racist post and he took it down but in the end an idiot's gotta do what an idiot's gotta do!

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  4. I never share on Facebook since I don't want to be manipulated. The pictures are lovely. I've see tents on top of cars before, that turns out to be the bedroom so they're not sleeping on the ground.

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    1. You're exactly right Dave. I have no intention of being manipulated into posting something - and very often I don't agree with it anyway. Don't even get me started on the Brexit crap people tried to get me to share. One lady I knew recently re-posted a lovely wedding photo of a couple who married in 1950. It had been found on the ground and the finder wanted to return it to its rightful owner (supposedly). I posted back and said it was lifted off Pinterest, was a photo of George McFly marrying Lorraine in Back to the Future II! I guess someone thought it was funny. And I have never seen those kinds of tents before. I guess tents have moved on since I spent 6 months in one in Australia in 1983!

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  5. Take my hat off to you, doing anything in flip flops is a challenge for me.

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    1. Well I live in them - that and bare feet - but they're not ideal hiking wear for sure!

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