In the old days of this blog I used to go out, ride, take photos, then write an article. It was a tried and true formula, but those Halcyon Days are good and gone, at least while I’m race-pacing, hill-repeating and, of course, fartlekking towards my two Etapes du Tour this July.
But that’s all about to change. Coach Rob promises many, many, many 100km+ rides to put in our legs in the upcoming month or so. In anticipation of this – and the 152 km race I’ve got next weekend – I went out for what turned into 120 km of easy-ish riding.
My ride took me west first and on at least one road that I had never ridden. Here is very pretty Logrian-Florian. Much of this route, by the way, can be found here on my website, if you’re in the area.
Near the equally nice town of Sauve (present home of Robert Crumb, for comic lovers out there), I re-discovered a section of the voie verte (greenway) that will someday, maybe, run from close to my home all the way to Le Vigan, a hundred kilometers or more away. This section, which almost makes you wonder why they bothered, is around 6km long.
I made my way into the beginning of the Cévennes mountains, but I must have been working too hard because no photographic evidence exists. This is as close as I can come – on my way out of the mountains I stopped in Anduze, ‘The Gateway to the Cévennes’, where I turned back south.
And one last shot of the Gardon River, just before climbing the little mountain behind Nimes. Far in the distance you can just make out the Cévennes, where the wind had blown me back from in time to catch the end of the day’s Giro d’Italia stage. More on this later, if our Canuck in Pink survives a few more days!