The steep trail down from Têtes de Louvie plummets over 1,600 feet over two kilometers and deserves my full attention, even with the help of trekking poles to keep me balanced, but I’m having a hard time tearing my gaze off the picture-perfect emerald green lake beckoning me from below.
Nestled among jagged peaks and surrounded by alpine meadows blanketed in wildflowers, the startlingly bright Lac de Louvie looks like it has always nourished the squeaking marmots and elusive Ibex that make their home here, but only 100 years ago, this area was a grazing pasture for cattle.
