On Tuesday, Ged and I made our way slowly to the Grand Colombier (the HC climb for stage 10). We had no plans of where to camp. We just thought there would be space on the side of the mountain. Well, there weren’t really any spots.
All of the camper vans had taken what little space there was. As we kept ascending in the car, I noticed a nice flattish spot atop a wall of rock on the inside of a hairpin. I checked it out and decided it was tent-worthy. I’ve found that most often times the best camping spots are the impromptu/free ones.
Once all the riders went past, the spectators took off and we had the hairpin to ourselves again. We quickly packed up our things and headed to the valley to catch the rest of the stage on the big screen in town.
Once the sun went down, we made our way to La Toussuire (the stage 11 finish town). We found a patch of grass on the side of the mountain to pitch the tent and promptly fell asleep.
Now I’m back in Florence and trying to figure out how to fix my bike. I have no clue where to start. The only thing I know is that I have an English BB.