Words: The Limping Cyclist
Photography: Mr L.C. and the Limping Cyclist
I’ve been looking forward to it for months. The return trip was booked not long after we returned from France last September and I was determined to go even if it was going to be an Oramorph fuelled horizontal fortnight. Mercifully, I was able to do rather more than that.
So Friday morning Mr L.C. crammed the car with all our luggage, two bikes, my wheelchair and my crutches. Luggage space was compromised by my car “bed” arrangement. I sit on the back seat with my legs stretched out in front of me. The “bed” is formed by the backrest of the front passenger seat being folded flat.
“Queue Ahead” summed up the first part of our journey but we made the Channel Tunnel just in time and as we rolled off the train and onto the right hand lane of the Autoroute, Mr L.C. settled himself down for the long haul to the Alps.
Three hours sleep at Aire du Poulet de Bresse on the A39 topped up with an expresso you could stand a spoon up in and Mr L.C. was ready for the final leg of the journey. We left the rolling hills and wide valleys of Burgundy behind and commenced the ear popping ascent into the Jura mountains, the gateway to the Alps, before skimming Geneva and entering Haute Savoie.
The first sight of Mont Blanc felt like a homecoming. The hair pinned climb to the hanging valley where St Gervais clings so precariously felt satisfyingly familiar. Same old town, same old gite, same stunning view.
- Col des Saisies via Megève and Flumet
- A Col Trilogy – Romme, Col de la Colombière (again) and Col des Aravis
- Col de Joux Plane (the sequel) to Morzine, but which way to Avoriaz?
- Aiguille du Midi by wheelchair (with the help of a cable car)
- Col de la Madeleine, my first hors catégorie climb.