I ended up hitching down to the nearby lake, found a quiet place and set up the tent, probably on private property. The sun started to set behind the mountains around, the water felt warm, and I felt stinky. A swim in the bluest lake I’ve ever seen and I was feeling much better.
In the morning headed to the canyons of Verdon, which startedat the other end of the lake, and the river was sneaking through it for long miles. But I wouldn’t like to go in details about the following days. A lot of hiking, much more starving and thirstiness. And much more great shots.