A few steps from my accommodation, I take to the trails once more and initially ski towards Bellefontaine before leaving the crowds behind and starting to climb into the Forêt Risoux - home to the famous wood needed to make the stradavarius violins.
Higher up, the terrain flattened out at last before the descent towards the village of Les Rousses. If there is an advantage to getting tired on cross-country skis, it is that you forget to think too hard about your balance and relax into the downhill. It is at these time that I realise why this region is known colloquially as ‘le pays qui respire' (the country with breathing space).
I wind my way along the well pressed trails to the outskirts of Les Rousses where the last of the snow has clung to the trail despite the strength of the baking February sun. Skis off my feet and on my shoulder, I wander into town to find a hotel for the night…
Distance: 21km
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