It’s not the first time we will go up and get high on gravel. High mountain cycling on gravel is done as oft as possible.
The peace and tranquility of only hearing your heart beat, your lungs gasp for air at 2,000m, mountain beasts chuntering as you pass and your’s and your fellow cyclists tyres’ crunching over gravel.
The very early morning start, from an inner city suburb, packing the car with your mates, the drive before the rush hour to leave that city madness behind and the munching on pre-made, foil wrapped haut-hearty-cuisine on the go.
The mountain water, the tiny villages, the technical twists and turns and the mid-ride lunch with a view.
Mixed terrain in the high mountains.