First turn down a gravel road and a car was in our way. The car driver apologized and then asked, curiously, and a bit incredulously, are you taking this road? And he made a 😳 face and made a motion with his hands that looked like a lot of hills. We thanked him for moving and innocently went on our way. The next few kilometers were an adventure! Rocks and mud, wet leaves and some tough little hills. By the time we saw pavement we needed to stop and clean our shoes, and catch our breath, and we had only done 3k 😂. It was like a mini Paris-to-Ancaster race.
I headed up the hill, slowly. Two other cyclists came up behind Marc, on mountain bikes, no luggage, and they offered to start him, so he got a rolling start too, and then they disappeared into the woods. I didn't actually see them. Do you think they were real?
The rest of the ride was pretty, a lake, a picnic lunch, some cows.
And then into Saulieu. We almost stopped to explore the town but decided to get the tent up first. Good thing we did because the clouds rolled in and the thunderstorm started. The temperature dropped several degrees, quickly, and the skies are grumbling.
Boy that was a nasty hard road, boy I would be asking and who planned this route ???.....just saying
ReplyDeleteLove the picture of the fill frontal of the cow, you could blow that and put above your bed!!! You could of been delirious with that climb, probably Angels I reckon.
The word “down” never sounded so sweet. You made it all sound a bit sweeter than I think it felt XO. Bruce
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