We decided to take a diversion across a mountain ridge marked "very difficult"! Big mistake! We set set off with confidence on a very steep climb to the ridge top in blazing sunshine and the proceeded across the ridge for about 4 hours with hair raising views and the most amazing wild flowers. However our problems began when we reached what we thought was the end. We could see the village in the valley below but could not see a track to get to it. We decided to take one of many tracks down only to find half way down a very steep descent the track petered out into an impassible gorge. After much hand wringing Marion convinced Anthony to go back to the top and start again. We sat down to have a drink and were totally exhausted. There were many tracks down to choose from, all of which could have ended in nowhere. It was very quiet and very still and from nowhere a bunch of leaves blew up and seemed to point to a track, so we thought this is as good as any and followed it which led us to a road and to the village at the bottom of the valley.
The following day we ascended the last high mountain which after yesterday was pretty strenuous, right into what was left of the snowline. The real difficulty came when we descended as this went on for ever and ever on rock strewn paths. Marion was at her absolute limit now, almost unable to walk. The "Myth of Sisyphus" comes to mind as we were constantly going up and down.
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