A Glimmer of Hope

Ever since we left the Albrac, walking along the Lot river valley, through the grapevines and wheat fields of Gascony, our down jackets hats and gloves have remained buried in the bottom of our packs unused and, except for their considerable weight, forgotten. However, as the fields of wheat give way to corn, and cows and sheep become more numerous in the pastures, we turned a corner and there it was: snow in the mountains.

We are looking forward to breaking out our cold weather gear again, so their long spell of idleness will not be in vain.

Epilog:

With low temperatures in the high sixties, the cold weather gear didn't have a chance on our walk over the Pyrenees and into Spain.  Maybe next year?