In these deeper spaces, natural defenses sometimes turn into caricatures. The peat bog, which survived this carnage but was transformed into an amusement park, is traversed by an almost uninterrupted line of pedestrians. Disciplined but attentive, they follow a net floor arranged on two ropes. It’s not a wild animal, just a few scared songs of a coal tit.
Furthermore, my friend, the son of a Savoyard farmer, leaves a marked path across a field that has been cut for three weeks where a few tarini feed. He is shot by a greenhorn, employed by a tourist office, persuaded to fight to save the planet: ” how dare you step on this natural space? »
How to reconcile “mass tourism” and “mountain sensations”. By ordering and folklorizing the position of the mountain? It is intolerable that some opponents, like the writer of these lines, cannot follow, without hesitation, a path marked more than half an hour. The call of discovery, of the wild… of the mountains, is so powerful! Do you feel, for a while, mixing in nature instead of acting like an exploiter – like those who put piles? – or mountain user.