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Travel Blogs from Saint-Martin-de-Belleville
Like Hannibal and his elephants we took it upon ourselves to traverse the mighty Alps in our trusty Citroen. Driving over the Col du Glandon on our way to the village of Le Bourg D'Oisains we arrived just as the weekly markets were about to open.
A tasty breakfast of brioche and grande cafe at the local boulangerie and we were set for shopping and cycling. A visit to the local cycle shop to enquire about climbing the Alpe was in order as conditions were terrible, pouring rain ...
Finally some sunshine, well at least a peek through the clouds every now and then. Ready to ride at 5.30am and the night clerk forgot to leave the key out for the shed. Another late start then I'm off to climb Col du Mollard.
Fantastic climb this one fairly long and through forest on the lower slopes and wildflowers above the cloud line. I was a little lost for a while just a little, stupid Garmin! But soon was back on track.
... was still cold and the cloud was very low. I was itching for a ride so decided to tackle some local Cols near us.
They were some great climbs, Villerzembrun climb with its hairpins and early steep ramps out of St Michel and Col de Beau Plan with forest mist through the clouds on quiet roads and only a fool like me out riding them. The early ramps out of St Michel on Villerzembrun were tough but it soon eased off ...
... and if the weather permits I will add the Montee La Toussure at 1705m.
Right outside our doorstep is the road to the Col Du Telgraphe and the Galibier which tops out at a frightening 2645m. That's looking like my Sunday sparrows ride.
We visited the ski village of Valloire today just above (on the road) but below the top of the Telegraphe in elevation. I could see part of the Galibier from there. Its an intimidating looking climb.
... a bit disappointing really and had us wishing for the breakfast we'd become so accustomed to. I made a mental note not to joke about the breakfasts any more. There were two table fulls of 60'ish year old Netherlanders that were deafeningly loud, proving the theory of the Belgium folks that we'd met the evening before.
As we made our way back to the room, Connie pointed out an interested fact. She was too short to kick ...