Quite a few years have past since Chris and I first went to the Ardeche as young 20 somethings (hold on, Chris was still a teenager!) to camp "wild" in the gorge. So, on our journey down to southern France for a few days away together we retraced our steps, and found the spot. My memory was surprisingly clear, but it was made easy perhaps as our camp was opposite a naturist site — you don't forgot a-clad-of-naked-men-hopping-around-on-the-rocks sort of detail that easily!
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