Walking - Cascade de la Lance
Rock and ice, blue palace, grey palace. The light of an agile elf shines out, droplets from the waterfall, white pearls on crimson and black wings. The wallcreeper flies off.
The track winds along between beautiful holiday cottages which date from the late 19th/early 20th century. Here and there, the small channels which convey the waters of the Lance for irrigating crops appear.
At the end of a meadow on the left, a one-storey building can be seen: the old sawmill.
Then the track becomes a path. Il runs alongside the course of the Lance, in the clear shade of the Scotch pines among the undulating terrain, mounds of debris from the nearby ravines. Some of these ravines, which are still active, drain out torrents of water during the plentiful autumn rains and the spring thaw.
The pathway comes close to the cliff. After a few strides at the foot of the cliff, the rhythmical and breath-taking spectacle of the Lance waterfall reveals itself in a cirque of dark rock.
During cold winter’s days, the water freezes and becomes an ice waterfall, the silent echo of the lively waters.
Follow the same route on the return journey.