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Day 10: Yenne (F) Les Abrets (F), 9.5h, 3 ° C



goes after a restful night and a good breakfast on it, ice cold air greeted me. I have to decide for the GR65, which runs on a mile-long ridge at about 700 meters, or for a range of small dirt roads, only to pass the Col du Mont Tournier. Because it is so cold here, and after the slip experiences in the past few days, I prefer the roads. But I will get through some remote hamlet.



The courts act as extinct at first glance. But if you come closer, you see people work diligently. Wood columns and repairs are as in olden times, the winter work of the farmers. Now is time for forest operations, the soil is frozen, something the machines do not sink to the axles in mud.



The rest is doing well and is very relaxing. I am starting wonder how one can live only in a city without going crazy. Unfortunately, I myself live in one.



disturbs nothing, no noise, no traffic, not even in Germany and in Holland anyway ubiquitous aircraft, which now has nearly everywhere are heard.

Only jays to deter and sound the alarm when I step on a branch or the leaves rustling under their boots.



After a few hours to reach the Col du Mont Tournier. The choice of route was correct, which is arriving at the height of GR65 quite icy. Most unpleasant paths on southern slopes. During the day the sun melts the snow or ice that freezes over in the afternoon again. The descent into the Rhone Valley is tedious.



In Germany you see many shrines with figural representations in France dominate the cross without corpus. This is probably the Religious wars between Catholics and Protestants, which I will discuss later some more.

in such crosses are usually stones, which are filed by pilgrims. You can take stones and endorse a piece to the next thinking time. Tradition has it that a stone on the road, or even better at home, to the Cruz de Ferro lift in Spain in order to deposit it on a medium because large pile of small and large rocks.
I myself have put a stone there and also a stone from the road, that's me too archaic. I also have to wear on my own body weight of 96kg and the equipment enough.



In the area I see a construction technique that I simply was not known, prefabricated with clay blocks. There were so houses and barns built. The blocks are 30-40 cm thick, three feet high and about two feet long. They are plugged with wood. If you need a recess, which can knock out a posteriori. The buildings are usually not rendered. The indoor climate in buildings is certainly pleasant, the mud and heat and humidity buffers coolness in summer.



Chapelle de Pignieux with three scallops on the facade.



St-Genix-sur-Guiers. There are places that are nice to me right away. Or not. St-Genix unfortunately falls into the second category. By Yenne, there were now 25 km here, according to the guide would be a stage. I will continue to search for a place with Good Vibrations .



on the banks of the River to Guiers Romagnieu. Sorry, no accommodation available.



La Bruyère, it begins to dawn, fog is coming. I need to tighten the pace if I do not want to run again in the dark.



beautiful example of the clay-filled construction.



Les Abrets, regional center. Isère, Regional Rhone-Alpes . It's shortly before 17 clock. Now your accommodation. The sign is quite far out, the center is still a long way. I go to the tourist information that is already closed.
An employee saw me standing and opens the door. There is no accommodation that would have opened.

He telephoned for a while, his face I can see immediately if he again gets a cancellation.

Then I can to stay in an apartment, but this is nice! Unfortunately, a few miles outside, even on the road I just came. He offers to drive me there. It is now dark. As I drove back the way will go again tomorrow and the same piece on foot, I agree. Quickly, I'm doing some shopping, he waits. Thank you!



inventory on the bed: my first bubble on this tour. Not bad, I open them with a needle and let it dry overnight without a patch. I remove bubbles always immediately if I notice. Pressure and friction points are thus prevented.

What I perceive is not as critical, but what is critical are the swollen ankles (A), and the spots (B). I rub the indeed a joint, but I should take a day with a short distance, Good Vibrations back or forth. St-Genix-sur-Guiers to Les Abrets there were again 14 km, then again today, a 40 km stage.

The spots I get apparently due to overheating of the foot in the boots. But it is too cold to make pauses that are long enough to be effective. Moreover, the days are quite short and I want to go (or, like in Frangy) relatively large distances.

I Meindl Air Revolution 2.0 Wear, Leder-/Kunststoffstiefel with Gore-Text membrane. The choice of shoes has fallen in the run very difficult. The shoes have been running some 500 kilometers spread over one year, but I'm still not sure if it's the right shoe for me.

For today I'm more worry about it. I cook me something, drink a few cans of beer and fall asleep happy.

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Tag 11: Abrets (F)-Montgontier (F), 10h, 0 ° C



After last night I was back a few miles down on the track, I come today for the second to Les Abrets. It is an uncomfortable morning, cold fog, with little visibility. Let's see if it gets through Sun.



Valencogne in the department of Isère and the Région Rhône-Alpes. Scallops in a 6-pack. And there are a coffee shop.



Today I had a strange experience. Normally, on any road, even traces of humans, animals and cars in the snow or Mud to be seen. In the dense fog I walk up a path as in the image on a small side path to a hill. Suddenly I notice that no traces can be seen here. In addition to the trace of a single dog that is running the same direction as me. The impression after he must have incredibly large feet. The fog is very dense, I can hardly see 10 m wide.
Since I am a bit queasy. I cut my long, thick stick from a bush on the path. So I trudge to the heavy stick through the snow.
After fifteen minutes, sliding in the track of the huge paw, I come back to a main road. Nothing to see a dog, but again a lot of tracks, as always.

I throw away the stick and think of the sailors who rightfully believe that they saw a monster. I am tempted to believe them.



The wind is blowing snow and frost from the mist centimeter thick in small areas.



Le Grand-Lemp. The dreary weather, I lose the sense of space and time. Only on the feet, I realize how long I am now on my way.




Chemin de Compostela - the road to Compostela. A cozy fireplace
, a fire would be an appropriate time of year Measure, which I would not be averse now. Who knows, maybe tonight? Or even a bath would be fine.



to find any accommodation. It is very dark quickly now, through the fog, there is hardly a transition from the afternoon into the evening. According to guide, there is a Gite de Groupe (group accommodation) in Montgontier, a castle-like homestead land. In fact, I find the Gite. The door is open, warm rooms, dozens of bunk beds.
But no one there.

I call and ring the bell in the whole property. Think about already, I just settle down, but then again go to the search for a warden or a matron. And then I find them in an apartment under the roof. Whether I can stay
the Gite. Non . Please? Non, fermé. I am perplexed. I'm getting really angry and start to complain to. It develops Diskussionsart, as known from beer tents at 3 clock. The warden in French, I of German, we do not understand a word each other. After several minutes, the man pulls the matron to the side and talk to him. Then she says to me in perfect German, that I could stay.

But not in one of the (clean) bunk beds.

After I paid, I get a room under the roof, in which the wallpaper . Roll A vacuum cleaner was most recently in 1980 in the room. Whew, is it disgusting. As possible without touching any objects in the room I'm eating bread and cheese and water from my bottle. No open fire ... no bathroom. What have I done wrong
actually what I done to deserve this? I'm broken, sleep soundly.

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Tag 12: Montgontier (F)-Revel-Tourdan (F), 7am - 3 ° C



The fog is no longer quite so close. However, it will still be covered all day, so it looks like. The high humidity is uncomfortably cold, cold lies like a veil on the dress, the little skin that is not covered.



Ah, how beautiful! I discover in a small village a warm bar where I could not stand long. Many of the LPs on the wall are rare, I could browse for days in it.




a well house, walled in a special local style. Large pebbles are stacked diagonally, alternating rows to the left and right. The part for washing the laundry is made of wood, with a bracket to hang wet laundry for the first drip.



Faramans in the department of Isère, Rhone-Alpes. The population increased in the past 30 years by 50%, now at 750th The population density is 68 inhabitants per km 2 . For comparison, in Germany, the density averaged 231 inhabitants per km ² , Holland even 393 people per km ² .



In Eglise (Church) Saint Romain in place Pommier de Beaurepaire .
I'm not sure at first whether this figure is a Veräppelung. I have to laugh out loud when I realize to whom she remembers me. It is similar to Krusty the Clown of the Simpsons.
Later I see the same FIG often, however. This is St. Jean Vianney , the parish priest of Ars . He is the patron saint of parish priests. He had big problem with learning a hard life and many doubts about his profession. He was resistant to all the tests of time and thus in his community very popular.



the way in the wide valley of the Dolon .



The ice and the snow lay over the land and enchant it. Caspar David Friedrich would ensure his happiness.



Later I read about the Area " offers the way to Revel-Tourdan very often in the sweeping views shaped by the last ice age level of Geoirs . You can not have it all.




time I'm going to Revel-Tourdan to have on the mayor's office. You give me accommodation in a house in the village, which struck me on arrival so. It looks medieval, was sure the house of a wealthy nobleman. The husband picks me up (on foot) and greeted me cordially. Fantastic house, beautifully renovated, he has done it all. No, he was not a descendant of wealthy merchants, he says with a smile on that question. He is a currently-unemployed IT Manager from Grenoble with a penchant for country life. We eat and drink

local specialties in the fireplace crackles in the fire. What a treat!



view from my window in the dusk.



The friendly Maître de la Maison to its Gothic door.

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Tag 13: Revel-Tourdan (F)-Bessey (F), 10 am, -5 ° C



Today is a bitter cold wind blows from North-West. At high altitudes it blows me right between the back and the backpack, which is quite unpleasant. The neck and back are cooling down fast, prompt, there are tensions.



I'm not sure if this really is the top seat of a hunter. To me from local forests known high seats look different, almost luxurious in contrast. A feeding station, it is not, I find no lining.



come after a long and tiring march through vast forests and drafty heights after I Auberives-sur-Varèze . Here, the population has doubled in the last 40 years. I approach slowly the Lyon metropolitan area, where the city continues to feel not much is. Only the new development areas of the sites are bigger.



Clonas-sur-Varèze . It goes down a cliff in the village. The Rhône, to guess the background has milled a broad valley.
Finally I find an open bar and drink some coffee shops. I feel now quite dull. Today is Saturday, tomorrow I will have a rest day, my first one. Have in a report read by a pilgrim, that he kept every Sunday a day of rest. That seems like a good idea, it is not a question as soon as possible to be in Santiago. The body to rest and reflect the spirit is certainly valuable.
Let's see how it is tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it.



But as far as is it yet. I would first cross the Rhone to stay in Chavanay. Before
happens again a special promotion, which belongs to me seem to do so. As I walk through Clonas-sur-Varèze, rises from the mist on your left a large plant that turns out to be a nuclear power plant. The French are well known in this respect somewhat benighted - and the Germans then buy the cheap nuclear power, but officially make eco.

When I do the photo above, go cry in one fire engine sirens in Clonas-sur-Varèze. Then, some of fire trucks roaring out of the village towards nuclear power and disappear in the haze. In a few moments, I imagine all the scenarios. There is only one Alternative: I am walking on the road, one kilometer away from a nuclear power plant, rush to the fire engines. Before me the Rhône, a few villages around me, otherwise covered fields and forests. I will probably have no choice but to keep running than to do as if nothing happened and wait.

The NPP is certainly not explode. Whether an accident or a practice existed, I could never find out.



At the bridge over the Rhone. I leave the Isere department and look for the third time in a few days, the Rhône.



On the bridge over the Rhone. The wind blows so strong that I started to take off my hat in order not to lose him. Against the cold, I wear a headband under his hat, for which I am particularly grateful.
no signs I would not have recognized the Rhone. She has since won a Yenne much more water to it. You should already have a volume such as the Lower Rhine. But she is also the most water, and 812 km the second longest river in France.



view Chavanay, in the Loire still in the Région Rhône-Alpes. The town is located at 155 Hm, in the coming days it will go to higher altitudes.



Chavanay is twinned with beech wood in Germany. Buchholz is a town of Waldkirch, a town in the Breisgau in Baden-Württemberg, 20 km from Freiburg im Breisgau.

on the left leg of the plate one can see an X in a red and a white bar. The GR65 is a form of sign and means that the way not go straight.



have two hours I looked for a reasonably good and affordable accommodation in Chavaney, I'm not found it. Then I have to just go a bit further. As is already the norm in this situation with a faster tempo, not in the dark to have to run.
Chavaney would have been a nice place to enjoy a day off. The incident at the nearby nuclear plant, however, I plugged in the bone, maybe it's better to move on.



At dusk I come Bessey to 400 Hm Unfortunately, the Gite is closed. After some questioning, I am sent to a place to stay in a kilometer away. I can come here at the weekend is saved! tears