At the end of the lake it went up, and I mean up. It was the steepest part until now. I guess that if you could not walk that part the rest of the route would be out of the question as well.
After a few hours walking I was getting close to the path called pas de chèvre. The goats path. Well… The goats were smart enough not to take that path. No goat to be seen.
Before I was going to climb the last part I first had a lunch at my own “base camp”. Clearly it was not that bad and we are not talking about going up the Mount Everest but looking at what lay ahead, a proper meal for energy was advised, as well as cooling down while sitting in a scarce piece of shade.