À vrai dire, la neige manquait un peu cette année… But the atmosphere of the landscape and the warmth "humane" people from the top than offset this initial disappointment. A scene at the very least unusual and meetings throughout the course we will not soon forget. Anne Laure, Rosalie, Francois, Vincent, Anthony ... This cultural evening ... first concocted by Francis and his side still have a little head appeared to have forgotten the snow to start filming. Well, let this time, but we will come again! The idea of knowledge in one of the most remote places on earth. Awesome! Just a few boards gathered around a fire in the Mont d'Or, and the scent of a county of at least ten years of age to accompany the wild morel. A little more creamy white Jura to speak without restraint and see people's eyes sparkle with candlelight. An early turning a bit harsh I agree.
few days later, I found Vincent on the test track, say, ten kilometers from the start. Vincent played the tom tom in the middle of nowhere while I was drooling in an endless rise of the forest known as the "Massacre" ... We drank tea together on the roadside gel hallucinating, and discussed with a kind of grouse that fits into the corner to piss skiers in winter. I do not know if you see a little picture of a guy dressed up in cross-country skier with a camera attached to the sternum, sipping Green tea's hot in the middle of nowhere ... all without realizing that this idiot reporter on regional television color feet planted in the nest of a sparrow-like all black hen which shook the whole region since the start of the weekend!
A little later, a carpenter has continued to inform me about the bug in question. A mythical bird of the Jura heights, as a local brand that prints on the boxes Cheese. A kind of eagle well down on its American flag, logo transposed into a traditional rural culture that still does not know quelle aile continuer de danser entre des problèmes de réchauffement climatique de plus en plus récurrents et la réalité économique d’un tiroir caisse qu’il faut bien continuer à faire fonctionner. Bref ! Comment vous dire ? Le type et son allure de vrai bûcheron détendait les épaules des coureurs sur le ravitaillement de la Darbella avec ses mains calleuses de scieurs des bois et ses yeux de prune sauvage gorgée de sucre pour nous parler de ses montagnes et de toute la nature qui dort dedans toute l’année… Un oiseau un « peu lourdaud, et qui attaquerait les touristes au printemps à cause de la sève des sapins dont le piaf raffole ». Le grand Tétras… shooté the resin of spruce ... and who can no longer remember his name even when asked politely ... You see a little work! Well to be honest, I like it myself this big machine that makes the peacock in the middle of blueberries and itchy ass customers in the spring. His eyes red like war paint Indians. The eyes of a lot of endangered species everywhere on Earth. Yes, well, I like that the capercaillie, me ... Since I like the mountain forests of the Jura, the beer Redheads and blondes, and then also still skiing ... As I say.
For the rest ... A wild night at Wood Upstream avec la famille Lacroix. Toute une famille de sportifs de haut niveau. Le truc du gars le plus fort du monde en forme d'un gêne transmissible de père en fils. Pas un seul de la bande pour rester à la buvette au lieu d'essayer de remporter une médaille à la maison ! Une soirée initiatique toute Bois « d’Amonesque » la veille de la course, comme le prétexte d'une plongée au large de la côte niçoise avec Guillaume. L’euphorie des profondeurs et du Macvin mélangés. Cette journée aussi, avec Jean-Pierre Henriet et tous ses élèves à l’école nationale de ski nordique, sous un ciel… un p'tit peu« niçois » lui aussi. Une météo « resort "on the slopes of Redhill. refrigerated A cameraman and his sound engineer transition in the early morning on the shores of Lake Redhead. The trick to recover a bad cold for just three seconds of film. (But if your pictures are beautiful, my little Raph! That same Sophie who said, when you see!) Two types aboard a rescue boat that fails to take water everywhere because lack of snow just seeing the pictures ... Two sailors refrigerated and a third that would train again, just the story to see where this will lead to the end. an epic.
Hours of navigation, between announcements of possible cancellation of the competition and repeated route changes. The weather vagaries and all those we had filmed in limbo before they finally give up on the starting grid. I respect the beliefs of course. The right still, observation of some ethics about a fragile nature and those who inhabit it, he'll have to finish a day talking on the sidelines of any partisan interest. (And it's so easy as to say that!)
For the rest, yes ... Changes objectives that ultimately undermined the morale of the teams on the ground. (And I swear to you that "mine" in the public service you know ... I mean mine pale mornings, Little Miss mine of gray days, the mine general days of fog a bit strong for season ...)
taf teams in the early hours of the day to try to invite as many spectators at the festival, the event of Nordic skiing in France, one of the largest folk festivals région.Tous of the nice people on the course ... Not a cranky, not a killjoy. Nothing but good humor under the skis and front of the camera lens.
Finally ... Five days with Alex at the controls of a supersonic assembly. A real race against time to finish the nails in the D-Day, at H. A final top speed with Thomas in command of his flagship sound system. Sixteen hours of the day job of release and liberation for the whole team at two o'clock in the morning as a second finish line to cross. A meeting of ski fashion "freestyle" in the last hump of a black trail icy and without pads for hope to retain the pegs.
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