At 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the tribe was inspired by Hubster to escape the heat and go and attack a mountain. Now, I know that heading to the mountains when storms are approaching is just nuts and I know that it's really not a good idea to drive specifically to an exposed peak just when you know lightening is on it's way, but there was something in that air last night that matched our mood and compelled us to go. We needed that sky and wind around us.
So with that, we threw a couple of bottles of water and some pretzels in a bag and off we went. We arrived at the Col du Beal just in time to watch the menacing clouds that had been chasing us from our place, play tag with the sun around the summit. The wind was up and the kids were off.
The Princess and Mini-Husband ran and ran as Bubba-Love chased them through the meadows. I sat in the car nursing Rosebud, laughing as the weather turned around us. Hubster herded them like sheep around the car, up the path, and up into the wind. The sky wild, stormy, and beautiful.
We managed a quick picnic there in the grass and then we were back in the car and on our way home. The sky stayed deep and purple until we reached our neck of the woods. Then it went black, with flashes of lightening so intense, it was as if day had returned.
Somehow, we managed to reach our place before the first drop fell. Quickly, Hubster and I tucked the tribe into their beds and then we, ourselves, collapsed into bed as the rain pounded the roof. A wild storm, that match our moods and seems by it's passing to have calmed us all this morning.
Breathe it in. This beautiful hot summer in the Auvergne.