Forest too dark

Despite the rain, I slept a good 10 hours to recover from the long ride. Next morning, it cleared again and it was time for a swim in the tranquil lake surrounded by forests.

Then I set off again through the low Jura, which was full of pastoral lands and farms and apparently abandoned homes. Riding through the rain, it felt particularly bleak in this forgotten part of France.

Near Mouchard, I turned into a forest. It was full of bright orange slugs all over the brown and green forest floor, like leftover embers of a scattered fire. With the clouds gathering again, the sky turned black For the first time, I didn't feel comfortable camping in this dark forest. I exited and set up the tent by the road at the edge of the forest.Read more