Gloomy through the rain
131 km to go – 37,498 steps taken (29 km, including 26 km on GR 70)
383 metres up, 488 metres down
Cheylard L’Evêque (1126 m) – La Bastide-Puylaurent (1016 m)
A dismal start
After a restless night, we were up and ready again by dawn. In fact, breakfast was served as early as 7.15am. That was actually not even a bad thing. The rain that had been predicted for several days was really going to fall from the sky today. So it was not a lousy idea to brave the wetness early. Breakfast was heartier than we had become accustomed to over the past few days. All sorts of cakes and treats were provided, including a shortbread in the shape of Modestine, Stephenson’s donkey.
Our table mates were two young women whose final destination was Cheylard. I understood their regret all too well. It was not pleasant to see your long-distance walk prematurely ended. We had done this ourselves at Offa’s Dyke, where we stopped about halfway along the total route. But here there is the added dimension that you are following a story, a writer’s account. Of course, you can always come back and pick up the thread, but it’s still nice to do it in one go, and in as many days as Stevenson himself.
The day trip to Le Bastide was a longer one anyway, and we had a choice between a diversion, via the Notre Dame des Neiges abbey, or a direct passage to La Bastide. The rain, combined with the knowledge that the next day would be a bit shorter, would settle that dilemma for us. But in some masochistic way, this kind of drizzly stage is part of it. You see the landscape in a different way and misty rain clouds give the forest landscape in the Gévaudan some more mystery. Although it would get a little too much at certain points.
But probably everyone started the hike with the same feeling. Just leaving and looking forward to the hot shower that would be provided as a reward at the end of the stage. And hoping for a good bed. You always start your hike in good spirits, but your water-repellent gear can only repel so much rain. As with warm temperatures, the forested landscape provides some respite on some stretches. But it makes the moments when you are in the full rain all the more tiring and instinctively much wetter.
Luc’s ruins
After the first stretch through the forest, you pass a small hamlet called Les Pradels, where there is not much else to do. The next reference point is the small lake Lac de Louradou, where it is probably pleasant to pass on a nicer day. Unfortunately, by then the rain was so present that the foliage seemed just a little more pleasant. The lake lies at the entrance to the Forêt Dominiale de Mercoire, and would lead us to the first real highlight of the day, Luc and its ruins.
The good cheer was sustained until that village. There, on top of a hill, stands the photogenic ruin. On the keep, for a change, they placed a statue of Mary, this time a white one measuring a good 3 metres. The keep also provided us with a shelter for a short break with some water and a small snack. The Germans from the first communal table also used this shelter. From the hill, the view of the village in the valley was gloomy. We had pinned our hopes on a creamery in the centre of the village via Google Maps, but we were not granted that either, as we had to go the other side of the railway. And so our lunch was reduced to a dry pack of Parovitas.
On the descent to the village, the downpour had also intensified and once the three-hour mark in the rain was passed, the effect on morale was considerable. There was some discussion at the table the day before that the loop around Luc would have been scrapped. Nothing was further from the truth and we did the famous loop of a good 5 kilometres as it was envisaged. As a whole, it would take us 1 kilometre further from the village, which wasn’t exactly motivating either. But either you are a walking completist or you are not. Fortunately, the mist-shrouded landscape was worth it though.
In the village of Laveyrune, we first passed the Colonie de St. Barbe, formerly a popular camp site. Laveyrune itself was not so gracious. There was a picnic bench, but unfortunately the pouring rain meant this was not an option. Like the day before, we sought solace in the church, but we couldn’t get beyond the porch. It was not the most comfortable spot, but it was dry.
Twin Peaks
Unfortunately, the rain was not the only way we were being taunted. The signage was not quite cooperating either. This stretch used to be different, causing the old and new signposts to alternate and mostly contradict each other. The same destination thus became in a few hundred metres first a nearby dream and then a distant oasis. Eventually, we found the right path. It took us to a path where electricity pylons crackled through the rain and fog. For a moment I imagined myself in Twin Peaks, expecting a Woodsman to jump out of the low bushes at any moment.
We decided to leave La Notre Dame des Neiges for the next day and start the descent to La Bastide Puylaurent, first via a dangerous path with loose stones and then via a forest path and finally entering the village via the main road. There the hotel and hot shower awaited us.
The stay
La Grande Halte was such that one was glad not to be in La Petite Halte. Although quite friendly staff, the hotel was nevertheless a bit worn-out and the interior looked like it had been plucked straight from a long term care facility. The bed was also a bit too short although I am only of average size, and the tube of the bathroom sink was regularly making ticking sounds. Fortunately, the shower made up for a lot.
Dinner
Dinner consisted of a spinach goat cheese quiche, lamb’s crown with peas and carrots and some kind of bread pudding, speciality of the region. Given the rest of the hotel, we were happy to let the house wine pass.