We carry on up the ever tighter hairpins towards the Rosland pass, aiming for the Lac du Roseland as our next sleep over point. It is a modest sized hydroelectric dam high built in the 60’s high up in the alps. Does not sound very romantic, but the scenery is unbelieveable. We camp at the edge over night with a view of the sun setting on the opposite side of the lake. The snow capped mountains in the distance, the last to capture the orange glimmer of sunset, are those of Mont Blanc. Those in the foreground are the Pass de Roseland, our route tomorrow towards Courmayeur and the Italian border. After the traffic has long gone, we get the bikes out and cycle across the dam, the Barrage du Roseland, towards our van and our campsite for the night.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Lac Du Roseland
We carry on up the ever tighter hairpins towards the Rosland pass, aiming for the Lac du Roseland as our next sleep over point. It is a modest sized hydroelectric dam high built in the 60’s high up in the alps. Does not sound very romantic, but the scenery is unbelieveable. We camp at the edge over night with a view of the sun setting on the opposite side of the lake. The snow capped mountains in the distance, the last to capture the orange glimmer of sunset, are those of Mont Blanc. Those in the foreground are the Pass de Roseland, our route tomorrow towards Courmayeur and the Italian border. After the traffic has long gone, we get the bikes out and cycle across the dam, the Barrage du Roseland, towards our van and our campsite for the night.
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