Lac Noir

The Lac Noir (black lake) became black when a giant who'd been walking in the mountains decided to stop and wash his feet in the lake, turning it black.

I set off at an easy trott and was glad of that as I felt the altitude as soon as I hit the first climb.

The evening sun shimmered and glistened on the surface of the lake as a light wind refreshed me and gently pushed some ripples across the lake.

The dappelled shade cast by the forest canopy was a welcome  relief from the warm sun.

At the far end of the lake I was reminded this was the witch's trail as massive metal dragon glared down at me from the cliff above.

Back to the start point without incident and another step back to normal training achieved.