Residence les Myrtilles
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... at how soft the snow was- just like Fairy floss. We drove on towards Grenoble and then Gap where we were staying the night. We drove through the most amazing picturesque scenery. Towering mountains and old fortresses either side as we moved along the valleys. Just stunning.
The hotel we stayed in was in a good location with the host being very friendly, he reminded us of Gabriel Gate. Gap was a gorgeous little town easily explored by foot from just outside the hotel.
... across who muttered at us in French and bossed others around. She obtained collective giggles sighs and groans by other frenchies. At the Montdauphin station it was just another shuttle bus and a walk up the icy mountain to reach our destination. We were the lucky ones however. Others took 24-36 hours to reach our accommodation. A friend of mine leaving the Alps moved 20km in 6 hours, then ended up in an emergency shelter for the night. There were ...
... run we attempted. Unfortunately though, we nailed no black runs. Evidently we are not late bloomers destined for a belated Olympic birth in down hill, cross-country or parallel skiing. Nor are we ready to take on the fearless gun t hree year olds (Milo squad equivalents) but merely embarrass ourselves in front of them. Liz disembarking from the chairlift and sliding downhill screaming on her backside, a classy example.
Admittedly when ...
We've left Lourmarin with some sorrow, but soon perked up when we got into the Alps. It's been a perfect day, the trees are turning Autumn colours and although it's 26 degrees there's snow on the high tops. Briancon has this amazing fort built to keep the Italians out many years ago. Tomorrow we go over the mountain to Italy toward ...
... road in Europe. The narrow road meandered up the edge of the valley and gave distant glimpses of snowy mountain peaks. As the road ascended through village settlements they grew less and less frequent and the occasional local acknowledged my slow 50 km an hour speed through their villages. The dwellings grew less frequent and the curves became more hairpin, but good visibility of the road ahead meant a wide approach line could be taken on the delicious curves. Both the bike ...