サン＝ヴィクトール＝モンヴィアネのおすすめウォーキング＆ハイキングルート

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

Approximately 19 meters high, this dam holds back water from the Credogne and Etivaux streams. It also provides a peaceful place to relax.

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.

Wonderful view. Definitely worth it

Nice view of the Livradois-Forez and the Prades lake in Saint-Rémy-sur-Durolle.

The Calvary (Christian monument comprising between one and three crosses) of Saint-Rémy-sur-Durolle also offers a magnificent view.

The Puy de Montoncel is an extinct volcano, peaking at 1,287 meters above sea level. In a notebook I wrote about him: “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 the tunnels of abundant oxygen. From meadows to groves, I have the impression of floating on an ocean of nature. At the top of the puy, I find an empty plateau of trees as if blown by the wind, and covered with thick thatch. A huge iron cross rises in the sky, looks mischievously at the wind turbines which on the neighboring ridges come alive to the sound of the air. I sit on a large carpet of green grass, real velvet to rest my body from this first and sweaty ascent. I light a pipe and happily observe the volcanoes of Auvergne which stir up the horizon. Their supple and rounded shapes give the impression of observing distant hills. Puy-de-Dôme, Monts Dore, Puy-de-Sancy, I have fun guessing the roofs on which I trudged the previous year. »