Day 22 – Running from the Rain
So a new day and with the weather forecast for Haute Alps predicted to continue to be stormy we headed for the Alps. Juno bid a sad farewell to her new best friend forever, Roger the Dutch man – she seems to be the most popular out of the three of us at every site. Travelling with her is pretty easy, she is cute, friendly and mostly well behaved. We then said goodbye to Paul, the host with the most. I honestly think that he should run courses for everyone in the hospitality industry as he really has nailed it. We will miss Camping La Source.
Our journey plan was to head north of Grenoble and stay in an aire at La Cheylas, then continue the next day to Bourg St Maurice, at the bottom of Les Arcs, where we had previously been skiing. I was intrigued to see the slopes without snow on.
As we headed to Grenoble, we got to see beautiful alpine views with Grenoble in a stunning setting below the mountains. We got close to La Cheylas but decided to carry on as it was raining and we felt happy to keep on driving. Our next plan was an aire at Albertsville, which is at the foot of the alps and held the Winter Olympics in the 90’s.
On the way to Albertsville we passed field upon field of sweetcorn, my favourite food. I couldn’t stop myself from running into one of the fields #cornporn. Upon arrival at the aire, which was basically a car park, we headed up into the medieval village, Conflans, for a wonder around. It was certainly very well looked after and felt a little bit like a model village. Greg realised that we were only 40 minutes away from Bourg St Maurice so we decided to plough on to arrive there about 6pm as we weren’t “feeling” the wire in this instance.
We had found a campsite, Indigo Bourg St Maurice, from cool camping, although we (or our crazy sat nav lady) had a little bit of trouble locating it. Upon arrival my heart sank – it was heaving, kids everywhere, noisy, the pitches were on top of each other. It was the opposite of Camping La Source. Still, we decided that we’d stay just for one night. In the end, the campsite had the best toilets that we had encountered anywhere (which is important to me) and we had a lovely walk from the campsite where Juno ran through woods, particularly when chased by a German Shepherd, played in the river and generally had a wonderful walk.
It’s not been the best day, but we have learnt that when looking for a campsite ensure it doesn’t have many facilities, like a swimming pool, and isn’t family friendly. Plus there is always the sweetcorn………Unfortunately, we went to bed to the sound of rain.
By the way, Daddy Dovey insisted that he was reading my blogs but I’m sure he isn’t as he hasn’t mentioned my threats, so fact number two is, my Dad is deaf in one ear and if he doesn’t like you he makes sure that you are standing on your deaf side.