Tour de Grand Est - Stage 1 Complete

Our day started with a paraglider (motorized) buzzing around above (at 7:23). Much better than fighter jets but not as nice as the medley of birds who were our alarm clock (just after 5).

Would you believe the route took us DOWN that big hill. But this time we got to stop and appreciate the view. Quite a "Petit Cite de caracter" as the sign says. 

Half way down it was safe to stop. Hard to get the full impact of the valley but suffice it to say it was impressively full of big old houses. 

Exiting Plombieres we had a cute little boy ride along with us for about 100 meters. He was determined to keep up on his tiny bike, until he finally said "au revoir bon route!". 

Our route changed to more beautiful forest, with ferns lining the road, bon route indeed. 

Saturday morning traffic was light and the sun was shining but not too hot, yet. 

The daily pastry stop was a success. And we were reminded of Nana Bev and her meringues. 

In the parking lot outside we could pick up some eggs 👀

The French do love their vending machines. 

Leaving town the bike path took us under the highway into a cool tunnel (cool art and cool temperature).

When you are cycling toward a mountain pass, you keep your eyes out for where that "low" point may be.  

A rail trail / bike path (La Voie Verte) kept us safe and kept the navigation easy for many kilometers. All the way to Bussang. 

Lots of cyclists out today. Those coming towards us going downhill with the wind at their back, whizzed by.  We did not. Uphill, into the wind and 30+ degree sunshine. 

We did have one couple pass us by, Dad on a road bike, mom on an e-bike pulling the kids. 

Polite hellos.

They passed us again later, clearly they got a longer lunch stop than we did. 

Just as the heat was getting to be unbearable we came upon this velo stop - tools, bathrooms and WATER! We took full advantage - full bottles, full bellies and wet kit. All the other cyclists did too. 

The bike path ends at Bussang. Where the train apparently stopped many years ago. So we had to join the road, but the road less travelled for sure. At one point we found ourselves surrounded by racers. Yes we were being passed by a road race, talk about feeling slow 🤣. 

A local couple was out at the end of their driveway handing water bottles to the riders. The hand off wasn't successful but it was a nice idea. 

As it turned out, our friends - Dad the road guy and Mom pulling the kids - had stopped at the Source of the Moselle, which was right in our route. 

The Moselle takes its source at the base of the Drumont mountain, at 735m, on the western slopes of the crystalline Vosges, and flows into the Rhine at Koblenz.

As we passed they joined us and we all climbed the final kilometers of the summit together. The mom was so nice, e-biking beside me cheering me on.  "You can do it, we are almost there".  And when I made it to the top she yelled "I am so proud of you!!" She even stopped to take our photo at the summit sign. 

Note the "peak"

 

And we passed into the Alsace region.

Woot woot Stage 1 Complete. 

Obviously, once you summit you head down. For safety the road hairpins repeatedly. It was absolutely spectacular, and I could have taken 100 photos but the grade was 6% for over 2 kilometers so I had to concentrate on the road and my brakes. 

Thank you Marc for my new brake pads (well used now!). 

Down we went, happy legs, happy cyclists, glad to be over the mountains and into Alsace 

As we turned the corner to our campground we passed a man with an enormous backpack. He didn't look like much of a hiker and we both thought how very strange that was. 

As we found our camp site, we sat and relaxed and snacked and watch paragliders (no engines) enjoy the breeze and the beauty of this valley. 

We met our camping neighbor, Adrian, and he is a paraglider. I asked how they get back to their cars from where they start and he explained they pack the sail into a huge backpack and walk or hitch a ride. 

That explains the non hiker man with the giant backpack!  Our campground is full of paragliders. 

As we sat, relaxing, suddenly, out of the blue, my back tire popped. Yup. Crazy. After all these kilometers and it just suddenly pops. Wow. We think it was likely as it cooled off, a tear in the tube caused by a rough spot in my new back tire. Wow. So glad it happened when it did.  I wasn't even on it. 

Marc fixed my tire, I pitched the tent, and checked the weather. Chance of thunder storms tonight.  Oh wait, what's that? Massive thunder, massive rain, out of the blue. Mad dash to get everything into the tent...

It was red level heavy! How do the clouds actually hold that much rain? 

So we went to the campground restaurant for dinner. Two choices. 

We were happy to have a meal "out" and enjoyed the company of paragliders and soccer fans watching a game. The rain stopped. 

 

The evening stroll (also known to some close friends as the "fart walk") included a look at the landing field for the paragliders. 

And this structure (photo from the internet as the sun was setting and my shot isn't good). It is a sad and lonely portion of a train viaduct that was built, but the project was never completed. So it stands like this, here, in the middle of a field, going nowhere. 

Our tent held strong through its first rain storm but pitching under pine trees means lots of needles.  When we arrived we really wanted shade, now we hope we dry out for morning pack up. 

Long day 

Lots of adventure 

And lots of daisies along the trail today, reminding me of home and our sweet Josie Daisy. 

Good night all.