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 …

Jet Lag, the Wrong Way, the Right Way, No Sandwich For You and Climbing the Col de Forclaz (Day 1)

I wasn’t feeling it this morning when I woke up after a terrible night’s sleep. The second in a row. Maybe it's the jet lag, which seems to get worse the older I get. Even with my Ativan (anxiety/sleeping) pills. Maybe it's Susan. Who wasn’t with me (we meet up in Paris in about a … Continue reading Jet Lag, the Wrong Way, the Right Way, No Sandwich For You and Climbing the Col de Forclaz (Day 1)