Category Archives: France 2013

This will be the last post on this year’s blog, unless something wild and unpredictable happens tomorrow on our travels back to Barcelona and then home. We will pedal to the airport, disassemble the bikes– you know the routine. We’ll … Continue reading →

Its always darkest before the dawn… (and other cliches that it turns out are true). Isola — well its very old (charming) and very, very small (limited options). Our hotel was dilapidated, and didn’t smell very nice. But on close … Continue reading →

Just when you think the worst is over…it’s The Hardest Day ever. Will write tomorrow

From Guillestre to Jausiers was an uneventful ride. The Col de Vars. The scenery was less exciting than other rides. My animal was a cow. I was more tired than usual (because we had a rest day?) It was a … Continue reading →

51 Km. 6 or so hours. It was hard to leave Chez Bear Ski Lodge, a little slice of homey heaven in Briancon, but since the hail stopped the night before it was time to move on. We had eaten … Continue reading →

“What fresh hell is this?” Dorothy Parker July 16th: Bessans to Valloire. 70 km. Lots and lots of hours July 17th: Valloire to Briancon. A little less of both They say bad luck comes in threes. Well ours did. (I’m … Continue reading →

I’ll post tomorrow friends. 8 hours riding today. One lost (and found) passport. I must rest Xoxo.

68 km (more or less). 8 plus hours, but who’s counting? First, I want to thank all of you who have sent words of encouragement– whether through your comments, or by email or facebook. I can’t tell you how much … Continue reading →

Dear friends, I’ll post today’s events tomorrow. (OUR REST DAY!) You’ll know why tomorrow. Today was a doozie. And not just because we rode for 8 hours straight. I’ll be drinking wine now and celebrating Bastille Day. Sending all of … Continue reading →

6 hours. 45 kilometers. I had to dig deep today. Real deep. Physically of course. But today psychologically too. We started the day with an argument– we’re married, we’re exhausted, it’s to be expected. He’s in a big hurry every … Continue reading →