12 Months in PhotosBy Will • Dec 29th, 2008 • Category: Cycling
I consider this site a photoblog more than anything else. Anyone that rides with me has learned to tolerate frequent stops for pics (and for me to catch my breath).
12 months in photos:
(inspired by Up In Alaska)
Not the coldest January in history, although plenty of snow around up high.
Graffiti left over from the 2007 Dauphiné Libéré up the beautiful and steep Col de la Forclaz de Montmin:
I love blue sky, hairpins, and mountains.
A self portrait with l’Etale in the background – climbing Col de la Croix Fry:
Lots of late snow.
Deep snow forced Eric and I to walk the last 2 kilometres – but we kept our helmets on (?!). The remote Col du Sac:
The Tour de Romandie prologue.
Garcia is cheerful, while the evil UCI guy is just busy looking evil:
Breaking my nose wasn’t really my favourite photo.
I prefer this one of Doreen cycling near Gstaad, Switzerland:
Sneaking across the finish at Verbier during the Tour of Switzerland for a stage victory (left) was certainly fun.
But I really like this photo of Doreen and some friendly French gendarmes while watching the Dauphiné Libéré:
Easily the biggest and best month of my cycling life. Including completing La Marmotte and riding the Tour d’Enfer across the Alps.
But the funnest day by far was climbing up Col du Galibier with Ralph to watch Tour de France. Here’s me searching for the Peleton in the distance:
I don’t know who these people are and why they are following me*:
* The Gruyère Cycling Tour
Ventoux was fun.
But I never expected that the remote mountain Lac d’Emesson would be so unbelievably beautiful with an amazing cliff road above the lake.
Me, my balaclava, and the new sign up Glandon made me laugh (left).
But perhaps the greatest ride of the year was up Alpe d’Huez on a perfect Autumn day with absolutely no-one around.
Lots of snow. As thoughts turned towards hiking (left) and skiing.
Cycling required a little extra courage:
I am a bad enough bike handler on dry roads, terrified (left).
What’s the point of winter, if there isn’t a lot of snow: