As you can see, Alzheimer’s is universal. This being World Alzheimer’s Day, even the local press carried an article which we found while having our petite déjeuner (breakfast) this morning. It’s estimated that 42 million people suffer from Alzheimer’s/dementia world wide, I believe . A staggering number expected to grow significantly as the boomer generation ages.
We were anticipating new beginnings, and found ourselves up just after 6:15 mostly in an effort to beat the expected heat. Funny thing, the cold water in the hotel tap came out quite warm so we actually purchased water with our breakfast to add as a coolant. It worked and was worth the additional cost. We found the trail head at 7:30...
...and so began our first étape.
I was a bit worried about the injury I’d experienced the past month which had reduced my typical preparations, but after a slower start it felt like I’d pulled on a pair of favourite old jeans, and off we went. Tomorrow will tell the tale, but many thanks to Natasha and Kim for rehabing the injured parts! As we age, we need a little more support in order to enjoy the things we like to do.
On the way up we met Mark, a colourful fellow from nearby Shannon, Ireland. He was excited to be missing the cold Irish weather and was visiting friends in the local area. We walked together for a time and he explained that he was an artist and journeyman. He was interested in our chemin and seemed to have considerable experience with Alzheimer’s through family and close friends. So we were definitely off to a good start! We told him about our almost son-in-law Paul and our recent visit with his family in Buncrannagh. He was quite familiar with their area and we chatted all things Irish before eventually parting ways.
We enjoyed a beautiful climb with quite marvellous views. Here are a few.
And of course there was an opportunity for a traditional classic:)
The gravel roads we’d been following soon changed to trails again and Annemarie caught me in the heather just as I was finding a piece to put on my hat.
Closing in on the top of the climb.
There was a nice breeze as we topped the summit and began the walk into Lunas. There were greetings to be had on the way in as well.
And even a very small road side church.
And then we arrived.
Ètape one completed.
Followed by the traditional cold beer!
And an amazing lunch!
Loosing weight walking in France isn’t really too much of an issue! I’ll wait for Spain for that:)