dollars were raised yesterday on what has to have been one of the most glorious days cycling in history. 'twas a good decision to get off the beaten track. We climbed col de granon escorted to the top by butterflies. The col was closed but we just picked up our bikes and climbed over a few snow banks and carried on to the top. Yet again it was over 25 degrees but we had enough breeze to keep it reasonable. Granon is another 'honest' climb. then after a bite to eat we switched directions and set of for les fonts, a village at the end of a mountain pass somewhere out by col de l'izoard. as soon as we got of the main road and started climbing through the first set of hairpins out of a village, we happened upon the glorious sight of .......stoney, dusty, pre tarmac, fred bohamontes style , original tour de france surfacing. We climbed 4 miles loving the whole atmosphere of blood sweat and tears. when we finally reached the top we were met withthe most amazing scenery you could ask for. in effect we had climbed onto a high alpine valley and for the next 5 miles we rode almost flat through what felt like a secret valley, a gift almost from nature for putting in all the hard climbing. Les fonts at the end of the trail was a dreamy , surreal hamlet of about 20 wooden cottages next to the beginning of the stream that we had followed all day. AAAhhhhh words can't do it justice so enjoy the pics.........
dollars were raised yesterday on what has to have been one of the most glorious days cycling in history. 'twas a good decision to get off the beaten track. We climbed col de granon escorted to the top by butterflies. The col was closed but we just picked up our bikes and climbed over a few snow banks and carried on to the top. Yet again it was over 25 degrees but we had enough breeze to keep it reasonable. Granon is another 'honest' climb. then after a bite to eat we switched directions and set of for les fonts, a village at the end of a mountain pass somewhere out by col de l'izoard. as soon as we got of the main road and started climbing through the first set of hairpins out of a village, we happened upon the glorious sight of .......stoney, dusty, pre tarmac, fred bohamontes style , original tour de france surfacing. We climbed 4 miles loving the whole atmosphere of blood sweat and tears. when we finally reached the top we were met withthe most amazing scenery you could ask for. in effect we had climbed onto a high alpine valley and for the next 5 miles we rode almost flat through what felt like a secret valley, a gift almost from nature for putting in all the hard climbing. Les fonts at the end of the trail was a dreamy , surreal hamlet of about 20 wooden cottages next to the beginning of the stream that we had followed all day. AAAhhhhh words can't do it justice so enjoy the pics.........
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