Mid Ride
The day started up in the Swiss Alps. I was staying at the delightful hostel at the top of the Grimsel Pass, with snow-peaked mountains everywhere I looked. I wasn’t in a rush to leave the place, but I had been on the road for a long time, and it was time to start heading home.
The morning ride down the north side of the Grimsel Pass was lovely. My trip coincided with the heatwave, and just the day before I had been in Italy in 40 degrees C temperatures. Here, at the top of the world, it was 11 degrees, with no wind, just the
