In June, I had planned to ride the raid Evolenard on MTB, around 63km long and 2600m positive elevation. But I spent so much time enjoying the landscape that I couldn’t ride all the way and had to follow a much shorter road.
This time, I learn my lesson; while riding in the mountain, I have to plan extra time for contemplation.
I settle for a shorter ride, only 40km for 2300m positive elevation. I should look at elevation profiles more closely. 1200m positive elevation in less than 17km gives too much opportunities to stop.
Alas, the sun was steadily replaced by clouds, much to my dismay.
The tipping point of my trip was a lake at 2516m high.
There wasn’t much water left, though.
I enjoy the mountains in fall, because once the cows have left and the pastures are closed, there is nothing but silence. In a sense, it forces inner silence.
I only met hunters, riffles, and the guys dragging dead deer behind them. It reminds me how little self contemplation human has, specially when changing life destructive habits, which are being passed on from one generation to another.
For now, I just make sure my clothes are as colorful as possible, less should I be mistaken for a deer (on bike, who knows?). Maybe I should title my rides “a Christmas tree in the mountains”.