GERMANY,
CZECH, POLAND, SLOVAKIA, HUNGARY,
AUSTRIA,
SWITZERLAND, FRANCE – Part 3
August
15, 2012
And then…back in France…home to the baguette,
awesome cheese, and in-town foot-high speed bumps to slow drivers down for the
30kph zones. Plus…most of the campgrounds here provide no toilet paper (so
BYO-TP) or toilet seats on said toilets. Oh well…at least France also has some
of the best mountain scenery in the world in the form of the Alps.
Before leaving Areines we had booked a small
(and we do mean small) apartment in Samoens in the highest region of the Alps.
We arrived two days early but after contacting the owners they happily told us
to go ahead in. First job was to get to a laundromat since we hadn’t done any
washing since we left…about fourteen odours ago.
Since arrival the weather has been mostly warm
or hot and sunny. Which means the days for riding our bikes have been plenty.
The road cycling in this area is flat (to the end of the driveway) and steep
(after that). The riding can be tough and as you can see by the shape this poor
bike is in, can be hard on the machine. Note the seat in particular!
Some here are seeing the scenery the smart and
lazy way…they take the gondolas to the tops of the mountains and jump off with
a wing shaped parachute. Floating. Falling asleep. Exerting zero effort.
Looking down on the rest of us. But I have to admit that having tried it a few
years ago in Chamonix…it is AMAZING! And the landings are as silky smooth as
they get.
Samoens is a mountain playground with
parapenting, mountain biking, road cycling, rafting, kayaking, hiking, climbing
in stunning mountain terrain on the roof of the French Alps and so attracts
tourists from everywhere. Winter sees cross-country and downhill skiing and ice
climbing. As a result a large weekly market selling all sorts of food and
clothing hits town every Wednesday. Some products are sold very directly from
the producer to the buyer. Here even the cows sell their cheese and meat
directly.
Dawn has been going to the outdoor pool here
and doing some biking. I’ve stuck to the road biking…for the most part. One
ride was over a pass running 13 kilometers at 8.5% grade. It hurt! But the
scenery was stunning topped off with a straight-on view of Mont Blanc, at
almost 16000 feet, the biggest in the Alps.
Then it seemed a good idea to take my mountain
bike up the gondola on the edge of town followed by a 6-person chair to the
very top of one of the local mountains. This area is well known for its bike
descents usually done with a specific type of bike and lots of armoured padding
in case of falls at breakneck speeds on steep sharp-stoned routes. My mountain
bike is not specific to this sport and I own no Thunder Dome gear. But up I
went anyway. The rides up the lifts were…long and steep which my fear-filled
brain was quick to note meant that the ride down would be equally long and
steep…over sharp stones. Now at the top it was another stunning view of Mont
Blanc on a warm sunny day. And down it was….slowly…with both brakes on…and me
ready to bail. For the first couple of kilometers things went relatively well…a
bit squiggly…like the feeling in my chest and shorts. Even passed
somebody…though they may have been walking. And then it was onto a very steep
slope. Stopped. No choice. Go. Not for long. Soon the bike was out of control
which meant I soon was as well. I got ejected but landed on both feet. The
slope was so steep there was no way to gain control of my legs spinning wildly.
Finally fell hard and rolled on sharp head-sized rocks. Eventually stopped and
got up…the brothers “throbbing and burning” showed up. Lots of scrapes and
bruises but that was it. Damn! Now I had to climb back up to my bike and slide
it down to a less steep section. What went through my mind as this was all
happening in slow motion? “Dawn’s gonna give me shit! Dawn’s gonna give me
shit!”. Once back down and in her presence, I got…shit. Oh well, it was fun.
But the next time it will be with a proper bike for descents and I will give the Thunder Dome look a try.
With this weather the parapenters were out in
force some going for the moon. At times there can be over twenty in the skies
making it look like a blue field of spring flowers.
Four weeks in the high French Alps went by all
too quickly. With the weather, the scenery and the riding it was an amazing
time.
We drove straight through from Samoens to
Areines, 7 ½ hours. Now we’ve got to get ready to leave…AGAIN…in a short three
weeks!!!