Where There Is No Path

Where There Is No Path

After a long ascent which will end in a nasty scree, I walk quietly on this ridge. The grassy slopes have given way to a lunar terrain. The scenery all around is grandiose. There is no path here. To get there, you have to know the area. And it gives the feeling of being privileged, I imagine that few people pass by here.

I am in the sun. Clouds are coming in from the west. They seem to have decided to blend together over the Ecrins to form a very dark ceiling. The Meije keeps its white dress in the light.

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