After staying indoors for the better part of two weeks, and with no water, it was time to get back out onto the trails. The daytime temperatures finally rose above freezing, and the ground still showed evidence of the snow that had fallen a week before. The photo below highlights the absolute rarity of snow in the region, below a patch of cactus-pears.
I began the walk outside the lost village of Méthamis, completely off the tourist radar (not that it really matters this time of year), huddled at the foothills of Mont Ventoux. Ontop of Ventoux you see bare limestone and not snow, even though the temperatures hovered around -30°C at the summit last week. It's the problem with Ventoux in the winter: it's cold enough to snow but there's hardly any precipitation...
The vines below the village of Méthamis:
Most of the day's walk was on a snow-laden path as I climbed up to the pass at about 620m.
The village of Méthamis upon return:
