Galibier and Izoard, The French Alps, all on my own.

Recently I was on a bike tour in the French Alps during the Tour de France. I rode a lot, I drank a lot, I ate a lot. I climbed many different mountain passes, saw views to make your heart ache and climbed so high it made my lungs burn. In one week I rode 814 kilometres, climbed 18,809 metres, and had the best time I have ever had on my bike. But in all of that, one day stood head and shoulders above the rest. It was a day that will stay burned in my memory for a very long time to come. It was glorious, difficult, empowering, long, tall and rewarding. read on for more on that incredible day