2012 French Alps

I never thought it would happen to me. Love at first sight is so cliché.

I have been back now for two weeks and I still can’t get France off of my mind. I’m beginning to feel like a bit of a jerk every time my face lights up and I describe how incredible the cycling was in the French Alps. Mt. Tam seems so vanilla now that I’ve tasted 4,000 foot climbs, glacial runoff more turquoise than turquoise, endless hairpins, and screaming descents.

The guys over at Mission Cycling had planted a seed in my head when they mentioned they were planning to go to France this year. One thing that I have been learning about the MC guys is that they execute: custom jerseys celebrating the town of Venosc, a professional photographer on our Alpe d’Huez day, stage 11 of the Tour de France, and an authentic French dining experience.

I just can’t get it out of my mind. 300 miles and 30,000 feet of climbing and the most memorable week of cycling I have ever experienced. I need to get back to France!

Day 1 – Strava Upload