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One thing I find frustrating with the Alps is the erratic thunderstorms. I get nervous at any rumble or flash. They seem to be mostly harmless if you're in the valley, and I feel silly fretting anxiousky over my radar app while people are walking around with picnic baskets, but I don't have a roof or car at hand, so not entirely unfair.
This weird blend of rational and irrational fear can really mess with my head, and it's hard to decide sometime whether it's wise to go forth or wait. Being conservative is the obvious answer, but there is something about idling in a town when I have the strenght to move that makes me feel like a dunce. I don't particularly enjoy sightseeing, or spending tourist tax on coffee, so I'm very reluctant to sit stuff out.
Last night I had to do it because messy stuff was brewing exactly below me, and I would be riding straight into it. A local confirmed that the sky is too dodgy to chance. Back in town, with enforced trepidness, I realised taking longer breaks is not inevitably silly, even from the milage maximising standpoint. An hour of sitting down with some food can easily buy another few riding hours of otherwise totally worn out legs. I charged my phone, had some coffee, and an hour later the radar app had good news. Stress dissipated. Walking the hills feels less like defeat and more like a nice stroll when there's pretty sky to look at.