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Riding towards frosty mountains

cardboard is indeed very good and recomendable as we survived our frosty night relatively comfortably.

However having sleept at 800 meters we did wake up to the most beautiful view over autumn mountains.  We spent hours drying the tent, the blanket and sleepingmats out in the tender sunshine. Everything had days and days of dampness al over it!

After riding up and down smaler passes we finally began the long climb up to our main pass. By afternoon we had only a small windy road left that would take us the final 20 km to the pass.  The intention had been to cross it the same day and descend to warmer levels but we were running out of daylight.  As we finally found a village i raided the cardboard bin right infront of a lady who politely ignored us entirely (I didn't care at all at the time as it was getting dark, it was getting very cold and we were still homeless! No time to worry about appearances.

Getting cardboard
..) We raced out of this small village and ended up on a small terrace on a beautifull slope. We'd taken the spot more out of emergency and were surpirised at its perfectness: below us was the village and we were completely surrounded by red and yellow leaves. As we cooked, hidden away amongst the beech and oak trees it struck me how normal it is for us to cook in the middle of forrests. A mouse rustles passt us...2 nights ago we deers were running around us. Everything smelt of autumn and Daren was picking chestnuts of the ground around him, to put in our pot. That night i thought seriously about what the end of this trip would mean to us... Deffinetely no more living that close to nature....

The next morning my amazement over our life continued: When i finally convinced myself to climb out of the cosy tent the fresh air and strong colours completely overwhelmed me. It was perfect! A little later we found a stream, hidden enough so that we could both have a propper wash in it. Either it was the sheading of 4 days of dirt or it was the coldness of the water but it felt like our bodies were pushed back to life and all our senses were reawoken.

As we headed upwards the stream dissapeared deep below us in a gorge, around us the dense autumn colours persisted and every so often we could see the snowy peaks in the distande. As we crossed the pass we were greeted by the mediteranean world: evergreens, the deep blue far below us and the white peaks of the alps seeming to float in the distance.

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Riding towards frosty mountains
Riding towards frosty mountains
Getting cardboard
Getting cardboard
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photo by: Grpablo