After long minutes of observation, which I used to take numerous photos and film the incessant ballet of clouds, I pick up my rucksack and begin the descent with these wonderful images preciously preserved in my mind. Further down, the isard is still well ensconced on its lookout and follows my gaze on the descent. If the ascent is physically difficult, the descent is impressive, and the scree requires particular attention.
Once past this sector, I take another look towards the Pla d’Adet, once again visible beneath the clouds, and continue this journey to the fontaine de Coulariot, where I decide to quench my thirst: the water here is very cool but excellent! I set off again.
Sheep watch me join the valley, bees forage on the many thistles near thecabane d’Espigous: the atmosphere at the end of the season is magical under a radiant sun, and the last few meters that bring me closer to the Granges de Lurgues are already making me nostalgic for these magnificent landscapes. I leave the Granges de Lurgues parking lot as several shepherds gather there with their dogs: the flocks are on their way back to the sheepfolds…
And I reach Saint-Lary, my chest puffed out: I’ve done the Arbizon!