kejago
Pack Dog
A nice automn Sunday morning... What does one do? Why, one takes a ride!
At the bottom of the road leading down from where I live, I have a decision to make, where to go?
I turn right, and head down the valley. I have no real destination in mind, and just plan on riding to enjoy the ride.
I pass this house, and the bee-hives catch my attention. Funky!
The road I am following...
...runs along this river. It flows into the Rhone very neat to here.
The beast is thirsty...
So a pit stop is called for:
173km to the yellow light, and this is the damage:
I pay for the petrol, and successfully avoid these temptations:
I get to Seyssel, which has some really tiny streets:
It is a Sunday, and the streets are quiete:
A shop sign advertising some wines from the area:
Now a plan forms in my haead.... lets head for that hill:
I'll have to cross this bridge...
So I walk around the church...
and down the alley....
past some door to some appartments...
to where my bike is waiting:
Looking back to where I just was
The Rhone:
I head up towards the hill, passing a forgotten camper van:
Yip, they grow grapes here for wine:
It is automn, and the grapes are gone:
A nice stone farm house:
Farm sheds facinate me:
And up the hill I go!!!
Nice and twisty:
What is this I see before me?
Yes!!!
A nice sized trail...
And in case I was not sure, Garmin confrims that is is unpaved. Thanks Garmin!
Through the woods I go...
A spot to stop where it is not too steep:
Yes yes... I love my beast:
Leaves, moss, and a Sidi Crossfire!
Where I have come up from...
and where I am going...
Yip, now I know why I was skidding all over the place... my rear is toast!
It can just about cope with this... but any more would be pushing it.
I exit the woods, and make it up to the top of the hill:
In case I am not sure of where to go:
Nice sign...
A nice ride all along the top of the hill...
And then! The mud monster lurketh!!
Rural grass land...
... and a farm.
What the hell is a "Barrière Canadienne"? Don't the French like Canadiens?
Nah... it is just what they call a cattle grid:
It is a Sunday...
... and this is a bikers church:
Indeed. I also appreciate the solitude and the views...
Soon it is time to head home. Back through the forest:
A sign showing where I have come from, and where I am going:
Some "wildlife" along the way:
Bunch of wussies! Scared of the beast!
Another farm house...
... along the road...
... with nice views.
Not far from home now...
Just a last forest to cross.
Total distance, about 75km.
Total time, about 4 hours.
Total enjoyment, immence!
At the bottom of the road leading down from where I live, I have a decision to make, where to go?
I turn right, and head down the valley. I have no real destination in mind, and just plan on riding to enjoy the ride.
I pass this house, and the bee-hives catch my attention. Funky!
The road I am following...
...runs along this river. It flows into the Rhone very neat to here.
The beast is thirsty...
So a pit stop is called for:
173km to the yellow light, and this is the damage:
I pay for the petrol, and successfully avoid these temptations:
I get to Seyssel, which has some really tiny streets:
It is a Sunday, and the streets are quiete:
A shop sign advertising some wines from the area:
Now a plan forms in my haead.... lets head for that hill:
I'll have to cross this bridge...
So I walk around the church...
and down the alley....
past some door to some appartments...
to where my bike is waiting:
Looking back to where I just was
The Rhone:
I head up towards the hill, passing a forgotten camper van:
Yip, they grow grapes here for wine:
It is automn, and the grapes are gone:
A nice stone farm house:
Farm sheds facinate me:
And up the hill I go!!!
Nice and twisty:
What is this I see before me?
Yes!!!
A nice sized trail...
And in case I was not sure, Garmin confrims that is is unpaved. Thanks Garmin!
Through the woods I go...
A spot to stop where it is not too steep:
Yes yes... I love my beast:
Leaves, moss, and a Sidi Crossfire!
Where I have come up from...
and where I am going...
Yip, now I know why I was skidding all over the place... my rear is toast!
It can just about cope with this... but any more would be pushing it.
I exit the woods, and make it up to the top of the hill:
In case I am not sure of where to go:
Nice sign...
A nice ride all along the top of the hill...
And then! The mud monster lurketh!!
Rural grass land...
... and a farm.
What the hell is a "Barrière Canadienne"? Don't the French like Canadiens?
Nah... it is just what they call a cattle grid:
It is a Sunday...
... and this is a bikers church:
Indeed. I also appreciate the solitude and the views...
Soon it is time to head home. Back through the forest:
A sign showing where I have come from, and where I am going:
Some "wildlife" along the way:
Bunch of wussies! Scared of the beast!
Another farm house...
... along the road...
... with nice views.
Not far from home now...
Just a last forest to cross.
Total distance, about 75km.
Total time, about 4 hours.
Total enjoyment, immence!