The Col des Aravis is open, a whiteout, and a close brush with hypothermia …

OK, here’s today’s ride … “Uh oh, what have I got myself into?” I mumbled to myself halfway up the Col des Aravis. It was chilly and getting colder by the kilometer. It was also quite cloudy. Or maybe it was mist. Or fog. Or some strange combination of the three that made my glasses … Continue reading The Col des Aravis is open, a whiteout, and a close brush with hypothermia …