The bane of a blogger is poor internet access, and that is something I am struggling with so far on this trip. Nevertheless, one carries on.
Yesterday started out quietly. Our morning ride was uneventful and not too challenging as we cycled through rolling farmland.
|Me talking with Tom before heading out in the morning.|
|Terri took these shots of Mark and I mid-morning|
|This is a common sight at virtually every intersection. Which way do we go? What does the map say? What does the Garmin say?|
After lunch, our big challenge was the 3000 ft. climb into the Vercors. As we ascended, I wondered how the heck we were going to get out of what faced us (see the picture that follows). It appeared that we were being boxed into a canyon. We climbed and climbed, mercifully mostly in the shade of forests, until we came to the shelf road. The road was the alternative to a kilometer-long tunnel; it is no longer maintained, and piles of rock prevent cars - but not cyclists - from using it.
|The shelf road|
|Looking down on the way we came|
|A close-up of the view down and out on the valley of the Isere. We crossed the bridge pictured in the middle of the photograph, then shortly began our ascent.|
|This photo shows the wider picture. The bridge in the previous picture is a tiny yellow blurb in the distance.|
|Me looking at the plaque pictured below.|
|A monument to 10 resistance fighters who held off an entire German column, supported by artillery, in June of 1944. This region of the Vercors was a base for the resistance, and the Germans were determined to wipe them out.|
|Patti and Ross|
|The debris-strewn shelf road|
|Sometimes it got worse before it got better. We had to traverse this on foot.|
|Entering the Vercors|
|Massifs rise above and around us|