As I try and get into back into shape, I have been cycling the various routes up Mont Salève – my home mountain.
In the colder months in Geneva it is often dark, grey, and overcast. Miserable. But often if you cycle high enough, above the clouds is glorious sunshine.
Like being in an airplane, but better.
A couple of times I have ridden over to watch the parapenters:
Perfect Hairpins:
Off road up top:
Feeling Zen:
