Wild horses politely shuffled aside as we
made our way slowly in the car.  The Pyrenees
stretch for 300 miles from the Mediterranean
to the Atlantic, forming the border between
France and Spain.
Barrage du Teche, one of many dams built in the
1950’s when it was necessary to rebuild the
economy after the war.  Hydroelectricity
supplies 11% of the power in France, quite
an impressive number, with nuclear supplying
the remaining 89%.
Sometimes my French is just enough to get us
into trouble.  In this case, I didn’t read the
sign properly, and we ended up driving for
about 8 miles on a restricted road that was
 supposed to be for hikers only. (We wondered
why they were kind of giving us dirty looks.)
 We even pulled aside so Mike could take a nap!
  Fortunately we didn’t end up in the French slammer.
Viva la cascade!!  Pont d’Espagne
was in full spring white water glory.
So difficult to capture on film.  Imagine this
view, except that it is 360 degrees around you.
Le Cirque du Gavarnie.  Toward the back,
you can see the highest waterfall in France,
with a tiered drop of 1,384 feet.


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