The ride through the french alps was one of the scarier roads I have ever been on. It was very similar to the road to Imlil through the High Atlas except for the fact that the chance of being overtaken by a donkey cart were slim to none. Luckily I was not driving, but that did not stop my normal routine of getting lost and having the nervous sweats. We eventually found a map and had to backtrack to get to our destination. Throughout the hike we were surrounded by budding flowers, and the sounds of waterfalls from all of the late spring runoff. Snow caps were still visible above the tree line and the water from the waterfalls were ice cold. I don’t know if any French beer companies have a “Coors Light rocky mountain ad campaign”, but if they do I am positive I found where they would get the water from. The hike ended at a runoff fed lake, that gave way to breathtaking views and a few picnicking french people. While taking a nap on the hill next to the lake I felt like someone was playing a babbling brooke meditation playlist on itunes. Very peaceful, very fun, very recommended.