Up top there was about a foot of snow, but it was hard and seemed rideable so I continued on.
Barry – on left – has spent much of his life in the South Pacific and Australia. He started complaining about the cold here, back when I was still wearing shorts!
But we’re slowly converting him.
Can you guess which one is my Grandmother?
It seems my mother’s parents were quite the cyclists.
I’d like to think I may have taught Martin some great Swiss cycling routes and also introduced him to the challenges of cycling uphill.
But there is no doubt that he has taught me the most important aspect to my cycling routine: The post ride meal / beer session.
Gale force winds last night have tilted a tree in my backyard. I awoke and it was pouring, but I really felt like riding.
The hourly weather forecast predicted two hours without rain, so I put on my cycling gear.
Enjoyable, local ride with Doreen on quiet roads and trails, she was pretty brave on a couple of very steep stretches.
We haven’t ridden that much together recently, as she’s been running a lot, and I have been chasing climbs, so this was a fun change.
I started to run into snow and ice on long stretches shaded from the sun. My tires were slipping and I considered turning around – but I promised myself I would descend the crazy parts by foot.
At about 1,250 meters (4200 feet) the paved road ended and I ran into snow. I wasn’t sure where the actual Col was and I hate to climb a Col and not find the sign at the top
So I decided to continue climbing the gravel path through the snow.