The morning dawned cool and dry. We walked about 11 miles, again through forests and fields, among the cows and the wildflowers. Russ was curious what variety of cow we were seeing and looked it up . . . Aubrac cows! The hills were not unkind. Our feet, and the rest of us, arrived tired but happy at the Gite St. Andre in St Chely d'Aubrac, which was a bit more modest (no towels or top sheets) but we have sleep sacks and travel towels, so no problem. The place was overbooked and Russ and I got the family's giant guest room. All four of us hung there to relax and chat.
It was us, 4 young French women, and a French hiking club of 14 at dinner at breakfast. Lots of fun and practice for my French.
It was us, 4 young French women, and a French hiking club of 14 at dinner at breakfast. Lots of fun and practice for my French.
 On the trail in the morning |  |
 We happened upon a Renaud Rally |  Waiting for us to explore the town |
 a war memorial in Aubrac |  folk art statues in the Nasbinals church |
 Thinking of Chris |  |
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 Stepping aside for the local dirt bike club on the hill |  Woods and hills |
 |  view from the gite into town. It was a climb to get there and down again |
 Our room. No towels or sheets, but lots of space  dinner with 22 |
 an ostrich in the living room |  Cheese! |  Local and homemade |
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