No other cars were around as the road levelled out on the top of the mountain range. It looked as if the road was hardly ever used, posts were pushed into the ground on either side of the single track and the many small lakes I passed were all frozen over. It was desolate and charmless. There was no sign that the road was leading anywhere other than the occasional locked up hunting shack. Who would want to spend time up here I wondered, and what would they shoot? I had wanted to leave the valley but up here there was little to see, just dirty snow, broken trees and a lowering cloudy sky