Although we ran out of days, we didn't run out of spectacular sceneryThe final day started warm and while we could have opted for a long sufferfest, we were in France and this was our last day; so we chose to savor our last ride without having to hurry. Hottie confirmed by missing bag had been delivered to our home. I wondered what (if anything) was missing. I figured I had spent enough energy on this trip worrying, so I put it out of my mind and went riding.
France baby, FRANCE !!We climbed and descended. We regrouped and strung out. It was a fine day.
Bill looked good here at the top.
In Geneva he was coughing and sounded sick so I avoided him as if he was radioactive.
We rode through the Goule Noire (black ghoul)
The river to our left smelled so fresh it was invigorating to us as we rode past.
We returned to our hotel in Chappelle en Vercors. After a shower we dissembled our bikes and packed them for the return trip. We wandered through town and relaxed for a bit before dinner.
This was the potable water in our village de jour.Once again we had dinner outside and talked of home. I will post a wrap up with some insights and lessons learned in the next few days.