Today my wife reminded me that we were going to take in Chamionix on the way down to Grenoble. This did not really get properly processed, and the light of my light did not elucidate on the subject further. I sould have been warned As we came down the motorway towards a range of daunting mountains, I pointed out a tiny little road, set at a bizarre angle, snaking up the mountains. Still the darling I love said nothing. As we came off the motorway it slowly dawned on me that we were heading directly for that narrow slice of building technology clinging to the ever growing mountain. My wife knows that I love mountains, and heights, the higher the better;-)
With hands starting to feel a little sweaty I pointed the car up the narrow road, trying not to look down at the precipitous sheer drop off to my right. Switchbacks and steep climbs – I was in heaven. Hats off to the motorcyclists who shot past, good luck to them. And still upwards we climbed past tiny hamlets and lone houses. Who can live in such a place? Finally we started to slowly ascend, again via switchbacks and narrow ways of course, until we pulled over in Chamonix. Across from our eatery my dear pointed out a mountain top, with a giddy cable car heading to the summit. Smilingly she asked if I wanted to go up there. My answer has not been recorded!
Left for cycling on a clear morning with a small nip in the air.Around 40 minutes later this foreboding weather front moved in and it was time for home, where I arrived just before slanting cold heavy rain pelted down.
Cycling from Gołdap to the sleepy village of Botkuny, in the heat Botkuny was enough for us..About 25km all told.
From an elevation in Gołdap we had a beautiful view off over Russia.We basically cycled a path by the Polish-Russian border through lush green fields and verdant forests..
Beautiful, day, great cycle route and very, very hot with a good meal in Gołdap to help us get our strenght back. We also stopped off at a place with natural spa water and a construction that filtered the water via a wall of ‘twigs’, which was both cooling and relaxing with a delightful backdrop sound of water in constant motion.
January 2014 on a crisp clear day.