I live just a little bit up le Saleve, a giant pre-alp massif overlooking Geneva. There are several great ways to cycle up to the top (1,350 metres; about 4,500 feet). Today I explored a route that is in large part on little mountain bike paths.
How imposing is Le Saleve? It was mentioned several times in Chapter 7 of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein:
“It was echoed from Saleve, the Juras, and the Alps of Savoy; vivid flashes of lightning dazzled my eyes, illuminating the lake, making it appear like a vast sheet of fire.”
“I thought of pursuing the devil; but it would have been in vain, for another flash discovered him to me hanging among the rocks of the nearly perpendicular ascent of Mont Saleve … ”
“Who could arrest a creature capable of scaling the overhanging sides of Mont Saleve?”
Like an idiot I cycled down the super steep north route – which rarely sees the sun this time of year. The road was well salted but still a little icy and treacherous. Some pretty good photos today.