Judy and I decided to go and have lunch in Gréolière (pronounced grey-oh-lee-air) since this would probably be the last time she'd be able to venture into the mountains. The range is absolutely beautiful and it looks as if it goes on forever. It's nice to go to places like this as it reminds you that the whole world is not completely packed with cars, concrete & people everywhere.
So, in Gréolière they have a ski resort - one side of the mountiain was completely covered in Snow - and then across the little valley there was nothing. This would leave one to believe that the snow was fake... but I'm not so sure. Of course, what do I know? I grew up in Georgia where it snows every 20 years.
The drive there is quite interesting - not for those that get carsick easily.
A really nice drive though!
These are some ruins outside of the village. They just happened to be there - it's not a tourist destination or anything. I believe we could have hiked up to them, looked around and nobody would have stopped us.
Le Cascade du Loup
The only waterfall that I could find the entire time I was here...
I'm just guessing that there is probably more water later in the year when more of the snow is melting...
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