Fog in the morning that didn’t begin to lift until 9 and then came back as dense wet mist about 11. The two hours with sun was high and pretty, but when the drizzly mist returned, visibility was only 30m. It is strange to walk for hours in mist; I lost all sense of direction and time. In the early afternoon I joined some French hikers to leave the GR10, go to a small village, then walk the road into town. This avoided a steep, wet and probably slippery final descent on the GR10. However, the road from the village is a narrow, steep mountain road and in the mist it was dangerous. (It was one of the mountain stages in the Tour de France and pavement was covered with writing urging favourite teams and riders to victory.) After half an hour walking with cars suddenly appearing out of the mist, I decided to hitchhike. I scored a ride on the first try and a very friendly guy drove me into town, saving an hour plus of walking.
The town is a mountain resort much like Whistler.
Not many photos today.