“To the Mist!”

The hikes were each so unique, and the girls kept pace enthusiastically.

Generally speaking.

8, 9 plus miles they logged, without counting their forays during our “breaks.”

One day we meant to do the premier trail in the area, unfortunately we started a little late and the sun was strong. Because you can see the Cirque de Gavarnie and its waterfalls as you approach we felt as though we weren’t very far away. But no matter how many steps we made, scaling rocky beds, crossing rivers and pushing ever forward, the base of the largest falls seemed out of reach. From that experience we have a special family motto, “To the mist, girls!” Because after lugging packs, water, Lucy, and our doubts for hours, we finally felt the cool mist of the falls. I wasn’t confident we would reach the end, and at times I wondered how we’d get back to the car once we did. And yet, persistence ruled the day. They are climbing again lately, trying to assimilate at school, learn Spanish, accept the change. I’m not always the best motivator, or the most patient shoulder for their tears. But having so many difficult ascents behind us, I realize they will eventually prevail. They showed their hands, in the Pyrenees, the girls have true grit.

We walked… and walked away a stronger family: refreshed, bonded, accomplished, and grateful for the beautiful natural setting that brought us the paradoxical “rest” we needed.

Merci, France! Until we meet, and eat, again.