Busca Aumont Aubrac

Worshipful thanks to Ste. Vibrametta, small god of hot, heavy, but stout hiking boots.

Note photo of pilgrim chanson. Can't sight read myself, but maybe LIbby or Marv can work it out.

Photo of road; many horrible surfaces. Nevertheless today was a fine country walks, except for the unreasonable heat. Countryside is pastoral, woodsy areas are not creepy, unlike home (no "beware mountain lions and coyotes "; no ground squirrels digging sink holes underfoot). Had pleasant unintelligible (on both sides) conversation with young québécois I ran into on the path.

Squirrels. On drive back from hotel to trail at St Privat, driver suddenly stopped car (full of French travellers and me). Everyone gawking at something on the side of the road (not the side with the stunning view of the gorge). I started gawking too, but only saw a squirrel. Everyone is talking delightedly in fFrench, too fast to follow. Finally I asked what was so exciting and someone said "squirrel" (something like equerelle in Fr). Was dumbfounded. Others explained that they are very shy and not often seen (those of us who've cleaned squirrel cages might wonder who cares). However, This was a Euro red squirrel and I believe they are shy because they are disappearing.

Mostly domestic animals seen from trail. Beautiful cattle.  

Passed by perfect French woman on impossible grueling section of trail. She did not appear to have sweated at all.  Pants fit perfectly and were spotless. Hair unmussed in fashionable cut.  Amazing.  

Flea market in Aumont Aubrac today. Major traffic jam at close of day. Watched car drive over some of a vendor's stuff. Aggravation ensued.

Surprising lack of frites in restaurants. Jeff crushed.

Shout Out to Judi: note photo of swallow butts. Reminded of recent Attack at Boathouse Cafe (ABC). Would have left immediately but too tired.