#Repost @caleyfretz ・・・ To our left: An narrow irrigation canal dug into the hillside a couple hundred years ago, flowing bright and clear out of the mountains and into farmland closer to the Mediterranean coast. To our right: A spring-green valley crisscrossed by farm fencing, then the white peaks of the Pyrenees. We’re on a narrow strip of packed earth, overhung by trees, wiggling away at a the sort of perfect grade only found when paralleling flowing water. This isn’t quite mountain biking, and it certainly isn’t road riding, even though my handlebars have drops on them. We’re on the last stretch of a 75km day that required nearly five hours in the saddle. A 15km per hour average. A day that included pavement, dirt roads, singletrack descents, tiny paths, and a two-hour lunch stop for local beer, blood sausage, and calcots, whole onions charred over a wood fire then dipped in garlic and tomato sauce and eaten whole. If this is cycling now, I’m not complaining. • • #groad #allroad #noroad #dirtchurch #wymtm
