Back to the Rhone

It had rained hard and long. The tent was all wet, and some water had even seeped in through the floor. I just rolled it up wet and set off. A downhill ride through the Chartreuse was not to be delayed.

The downhill ride was a lot calmer than I expected, because it stayed up on the plateau for a while. And then after I'd found a cafe, it plunged down through the forest in a thrilling descent along Le Guier Mort, which had some choice gorges and pinnacles.

It rained all through my ride through the plains. It seemed like the road was testing if all my restored camping gear was in good shape. After a picnic at Lac Aiguebelett, I kept riding and riding till I joined the Rhone - for the fifth(?) time on this trip.

Past the gorges at La Balme, I had a restaurant meal (fromage fondue, yum!) as much to eat as to just sit on a dry spot. By the time I pitched my tent next to the Rhone, I'd ridden 98 kms today.Read more