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Trip Date:2009-06-20 - 2009-06-27
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by Valerie Schnepp (valy67) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 1880 W: 2915 N: 59] (8733)
I left home on 20th of June at midnight and I arrived 12 hours later to the camping where I would sleep every night during this week, in a village called Meyrueis, completely lost in the mountains. I got my tent ready, then I spent the afternoon driving around to make pictures of the mountains in the neighborhood. I was windy, cloudy and quite cold.

On june 21, I visited Bramabiau (a cave where we can see the river running under the mountain in deep and dark tunnels), then the Cave of Dargilan with its famous pink stalactites, the a bison farm where we could go very close to the animals. It was even colder then the day before.

On june 22, I visited the "Cham des Bondons", an assembly of menhirs and dolmens from the early days of humanity, also a great place with many typical mountain flowers and a vast diversity of butterflies. Then I went to the Waterfall of Rune, which looked like paradise on earth to me, and in the end I visited the village of Quézac, famous in France for its excellent water.

On june 23, I visited the caves of the famous cheese Roquefort, then the medieval castle of Peyrelade, and in the end I visited the area where Vultures have been reintroduced some years ago - it was great to see them fly in the blue sky, far above my head.

On june 24, I spent the day on the canoë, on the river Tarn. The wind stopped, at last, and the water was fine, sunny.

On june 25, I visited the cave of Aven Armand, one of the most impressive places I have ever seen, full of the strangest stalagmites and big enough to countain the largest cathedral of France.

On june 26, I spent the morning walking in a beautiful area of stone and high grass where I met dozens of butterflies, and in the afternoon I walked along the river La Jonte, sometimes walking directly in the water when it was not too deep or slippery.

On june 27, I got up very early and left the mountains to go even further south, to the Mediterranean Sea.