Jen begins the 3rd stage of the climb. To the left and beyond the butte lies the town of Pas de la Casa, close to the French border.
A prism or two as we reach the first lake, surprisingly quickly. The other side of the lake is actually France.
Nestled in the valley below is the town of Pas de La Casa.
We begin the steeper climb amongst something common in the country, stones and rocks. Jenni, bottom right.
Not only can we not get the horse to drink, we can't even get it to the water.
Quite a climb...Quite a woman.
Town through the telephoto.
Jen on the way down (literally that is), the second decline.
To some, it might appear rough and bleak. One climbs to reach a summit, drops down into the bowl below followed by a big move upwards. It's a good idea to undertake a u-turn when in the bowl, maybe earlier, 'more relaxing'.
Jen reaches the penultimate top, heading for another peak as the mist joins us.
A view at the top, another environment while the mist begins to lift. Some may say, "The other side of the mountain". We ate brunch in the hope that it would give nature an opportunity to clear the decks. It did.
On our return, the mist/fog lifts and we are fortunate to have uninterrupted views.
While the horses graze on the lake banks.
We approach the town, ski-slopes visible.
Weather action at the peak...only the beginning.
Brunch spot, top-right, viewed on our way down.
As we crest the final pass on the way down, phew! We're on the right track.