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The longest, hardest day of the trip. Uphill for almost four hours, across a ridge for more hours until one last downhill into Florac. There were what seemed to be billions of flies attacking our sweaty bodies, giant stone cairns at a pass, beech forests and a 3,000' loss in altitude going downhill.
I ended this "Death March" by sitting down on some stones in Florac and fainting dead away. A little dehydration? Heat stroke? Is this really supposed to be fun?
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