If yesterday's ride was through postcard countryside, today was through a glossy photography book. Autumn leaves, vineyards, berry farms, contented cows and much more, all tucked into a long lush valley. We ate apples that grew by the roadside, we had berry icecream straight from the farm where they grew.
Joel was a champion peddlar on the day. Mum's incentive of reassuring him that fast boys do not have their legs eaten worked a treat.
Our great unsolved mystery for the day was how we could possibly cycle mostly on the downhill and on the flat and yet travel from a valley town up to an alpine town that serves the ski fields.
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