Lac Noir : Coven in the forest

Hi steemians,

Today I would to reveal one place, a place that is impossible to find and that we get lost very easily in the forest if we still want to achieve it. It's name is "Le Lac Noir", located in Savoie near the Chartreuse.

Just below the Granier Mountain...

In the year 1248, between November 24–25, a mass of limestone resting on marls slid into the valley, causing a massive landslide that destroyed many villages and caused over a thousand casualties, although the numbers are still debated. This event created the sheer 700 m north face of the mountain. The number of victims has often been estimated at more or less 5,000, taking the estimates of medieval texts.

"Le Lac Noir" was formed at that time and it is said that it was the devil himself who caused the Granier mountain to collapse.

Many Sabbaths were organized from then on, in order to celebrate the devil and the power of nature.

"Excited by these romantic landscapes, we leave for the Black Lake, which is practically embedded in the side of Mount Granier.After the hamlets of Pierregrosse and Lachât, we engage in a stony path that climbs through mounds without number, domes of turf, in which all the postures of the rocky districts were fixed in. More and more the landscape which we discover becomes wild and singular.Only, miserable acres of half-dried vines attest to the industry of men. let us advance towards the Pass of the Ash, which, leaning on one side to the wall of the Granier, describes a large elongated and regular curve, We seek the invisible lake in the accidents of ground which this tormented nature constantly opposes us. There are no more paths and no crops, now we cross a field of pebbles, and sometimes a lean grass that invades the brambles and graze a small flock of goats and mutton ns led by a seemingly deaf mum. We began to worry about direction when we suddenly reach our goal after a quick climb.
The reeds of its banks almost hide the Black Lake. We go around it and a rock that dominates it we distinguish it better, deep as a well and round as an eye. From there our view extends far above the last fold of soil which protects Laniel's sacred pond and seems to advance like a high promontory over the valley. At the bottom of this valley runs the Isere, similar, in its right course that the sun floods, to some white road without contours. In front of us the mountains accumulate, overlap one another: it is the Nivolet of a square structure, Margéria which, higher, reproduces its figure. Galope in the shape of a cone, and Roche-du-Guet, and the great Alps whose snow shines.
Black Lake was always a place of spells."

Le Lac Noir ou Le sorcier de Myans by Henry Bordeaux