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標高約1,070メートルの峠。車の通行は少なく、Gitenayの風車から7kmにわたって平均7%の勾配で一定の登りが続く。自然の中を走る、木陰の多い非常に快適な登り道。

いくつかの登りがあり、レベルや距離に応じてアクセスしやすい、とても素敵で快適な峠です。それぞれの側面が風景と小さな村をもたらします。 景色の美しさのために登りたいのであれば、Les NoësまたはCharrier経由での登りをお勧めします。難しい登りを求めている人には、Charrierが最も難しい側面としても機能します。

A long, steady climb. Almost no cars, wide roads and beautiful surroundings! Hard to find a coffee or lunch place though.

great ride but remember to charge the batteries before leaving.....

The immense Bois Noirs forest offers several cycling and hiking trails for nature lovers.

As you walk along the track that runs through the forest towards the Saint-Vincent rock, the trees part for a moment to reveal the wind turbines.

Saint-Vincent Rock is an imposing volcanic rock that offers breathtaking views of the surrounding forests and valleys. It is a natural wonder that dates back millions of years, when lava erupted from a fissure. Later, the sea receded, and tectonic movement lifted the lava, creating the impressive rock that stands today. You can explore the ruins of an ancient castle that once crowned the rock and admire a statue of the Virgin and Child, called "Our Lady of Up There," installed in 2012.

The Puy de Montoncel is an extinct volcano, culminating at an altitude of 1,287 meters. In a notebook, I wrote about it: "Its slopes are covered with a majestic thorn forest, with an archaic, sometimes primal beauty. The rare paths that cut through the woods wind along the slopes, in the shade of the green giants. These paths are the veins of the forest. They are tunnels of abundant oxygen. From meadows to groves, I feel as if I'm floating on an ocean of nature. At the summit of the puy, I find a plateau devoid of trees as if blown by the wind, and topped with a thick thatch. A huge iron cross rises into the sky, looking mischievously at the wind turbines on the neighboring ridges, which come to life with the sound of the air." I sit down on a wide carpet of green grass, a veritable velvet to rest my body after this first, sweaty climb. I light a pipe and cheerfully observe the Auvergne volcanoes that swell the horizon. Their supple, rounded shapes give the impression of observing distant hills. Puy-de-Dôme, Monts Dore, Puy-de-Sancy, I amuse myself by guessing the roofs I was clambering over the previous year.