Trekking the Alta Via Dei Monti Liguri – Day 20

Exquisitiamous!!! The only word I can think of to describe today.

Ascent 600m – Distance – 17.2km

it’s also my brother”s birthday. Happy Birthday bro!

Early morning ascent

What a truly epic section. Maybe it’s the weather. Yes, blue skies. Maybe the fact I have The Crux behind me. Or maybe just the jaw dropping splendour of the place I am in.

Interesting little traverse!!!

Eagles circle above as the panorama unfolds into the forever. I am above it all on a monstrous crag, traversing a momentous track cut into a near sheer rock face. I sit, not wanting it to ever end.

This is trekking!

Ventimiglia appears for the first time. A distant haze with many miles (and descent) still to go. It will be later tomorrow before I arrive.

The end in sight!

I continue on and become vaguely aware I am swaying rather. Focus lapsing slightly. As I ponder this as if looking at myself from outside for some 10 minutes, it dawns on me my stomach is an empty cavern, I am probably dehydrated and maybe this sun thing has slightly got to me.

I open my bag to retrieve a chocolate bar, it’s contents melted. I devour instantly, licking the wrapper clean. Before I have my rucksack back on I feel totally normal again. Ahhhh for chocolate! My new health food.

Did I mention the view?

all my dondering and it’s farting late. Still 12km to go today so pack and go again. Legs think this a stupid idea.

Went in and out of France today. I love crossing border less borders with no need for a passport.

I power on. Nordic style. Every part of me helping the pace. The peanut butter tortilla. Path earthen. Gradient slackened. Feet say nothing. shoulders only wince occasionally. Even the sun dapples under the trees and behind light cloud to temper reddened forearms.

suddenly I’m in the midst of a herd of wild (?) horses wandering up the track. That’s normal right! But they can’t keep up for long and I press ahead.

Horses!

I will pay this tomorrow probably but for now the pace just feels good.

Oops. Looks like I might have strayed across the border into France. A little off track but the path rejoins. But the AV signs are still here so a bit confused. Maybe the routes changed a little.

But I’m at the top of the last hill save the odd mound here and the. Downhill all the way to Ventimiglia. Can’t be bad

Flies come by as I rest but soon move on there’s not much left to pick on after 21 days

Tent pitched with a view and a sunset for the first time since the first night. Says something of the weather. Spectacular setting looking down to the Med with all it’s people, buildings and infrastructure. Behind me the magnificence of Monte Toraggio where I was just this morning. I think we will quickly head back to our house in the hills.

As the sun dips into the ridge line trees I finish my last instant noodle supper – gourmet oriental it says though I don’t think I will be having them again any time soon.

The moon is high above looking down. The birds sing. There is not a breath of wind. I sit a while then crawl into my tent. All is good.

The gargantuan Monte Toraggio. I was just under that top crag only this morning (see “this is trekking” images above)

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