Not the Alps. The Pyrénées. Not the highest peaks, but magnificent nonetheless.
We were on the treasure hunt that is de Ferme en Ferme (Farm to Farm), covering some of the same ground as last year. We carefully examined the map in order to hit our favorites (À la Petite Ferme for hard sausage, Campserdou for raw milk) but also to check out some new ones. The thing about the mountains is that already it takes a while to get there, and then it takes forever to go from one place to another. Plus, the day of de Ferme en Ferme, narrow mountain roads that rarely see a vehicle suddenly have hundreds of cars.
But rather than dwell again on hangry people wondering when they are going to eat, we will enjoy the views.
I couldn’t get over the vivid contrasts in greens, depending on which kinds of trees dominated a part of the forest. And those forests are dense and dark.
I wish I could also share the sweet smells of pine, grass, earth. And the sounds of so many birds. And the cacophony of crickets. It’s been forever since I’ve heard crickets. We crossed a high plateau and had to turn at the town of Espezel. I looked it up and the population was 209 in 2008; it was 407 in 1962. Says a lot about opportunities in the middle of nowhere. A man, wearing a big black beret without the slightest trace of irony, was about to enter a cute little bar/restaurant. Espezel might be losing residents but it’s gaining visitors who come for hiking. We pulled up quickly to ask the man for directions. They get lax about signs in the middle of nowhere.The man told us the way to the road we wanted–not a sign anywhere–and we were on our way. However, my co-pilot kept panicking at all the signs that said the col–mountain pass–was blocked. Still snow? Don’t worry, I said, Ferme en Ferme wouldn’t send hundreds of people on a blocked road.
I was right that the road wasn’t blocked. But I was wrong about the road. The instructions got us to the T-intersection as we had requested, but then instead of turning left, we turned right (again, not well marked). I thought we were on our way to Galinagues, and the map showed some impressive zigzags. But in fact, we were winding up the Rebenty river to Fajolle, where one could visit a fishery (not the Carnivore’s cup of tea).
I don’t regret the detour a bit. First of all, get a load of this: Even better, was the view going down:
And along the way:
The village of Fajolle counts 14 residents, most of whom seemed to be out for a hike together, with the loners preferring to fish from the road. No sidewalks, shoulders, rails. Just a low curb. Back in the day (1793), Fajolle had 365 people. Imagine. They probably didn’t get out much, if ever. And in winter, they were really stuck. There are six-foot poles that mark the roadside for when it snows. Skiing is not far away.
We did make it to Galinagues. We bought a bunch of goat cheese of different ages (and therefore harder or creamier). Leaving, we were counseled to follow the valley of the Rebenty back to Quillan. It was lovely. Truly a corner of France to explore again.
That is a gorgeous area. We went that route with” the kids “a few years back. We have yet to eat at Restaurant Le Rebenty, who took one look at our party and said they were booked up for the next12 months!!
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There was no shortage of places to eat, so too bad for the restaurant Le Rebenty!
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And this is why I am a mountain girl at heart. A heart that sings at these lovely images, this lovely description of life at a little altitude
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It’s very pretty. But I think of how isolated it must be in the winter!
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That appeals to me too but I’m a strange hermit by nature. 🙃
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How beautiful. For me getting in the car….driving back roads and exploring is one of life’s great pleasures. Getting lost is a bonus. My parents instilled that love in me. There was always good food involved. I guess that’s the reason we love travelling in France. Our French friends think we’re crazy to drive so far on a day trip…returning home late. It is the journey that is exciting. Just like life….
Ali
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Yes! Plus it’s so hard to stay everywhere. I probably wouldn’t stay in the mountains–I like the heat, and being too isolated gives me the willies. But I like it for a day. Same with the beach.
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I would love to do a day trip like that. So much fun to discover new places.
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We have relatives visiting this weekend and are dreaming up what to do. Mountains or beach?
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We have different forms of book deposits popping up here, too, and in various shapes and sizes including old fridges in the outback; next to bus stops so that children might actually stop and look whilst waiting. It is a good system; no money, no rules, just free exchange of reading material. I hope it lasts. The countryside is pretty, but, like you, I’m not completely at ease if too isolated.
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That sounds like a great system of sharing books!
With kids, you always want to know the emergency room isn’t far away.
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Love, love, LOVE it!!
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Visit!
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Gorgeous views!
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Yes, breathtaking.
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What a great adventure and magical day. Bon week-end
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Magical is just the word.
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Spectacular! And cheese as an extra reward.
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And such amazingly yummy cheese, too!
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Sounds like a wonderful trip!! There was nothing going on in my immediate surroundings, from the map it looks as though there are no farms in this area!! The Ferme-en-Ferme people never replied to my e-mail questioning them… 🙂
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This one was pretty far southwest in Aude.
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Ah, you’re in ‘our’ territory – the Rebenty valley is a favourite spot. If you thought that was interesting, you should try the dead-end road up to Quirbajou. Beautiful but knife edge!
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Sounds pretty, but maybe better on foot!
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