1st July 2013
I wake fairly early - the curtains here are muslin and the sun is shining directly onto the window. I have a shower and then pack up some stuff and stumble down to the garage...
...where I see a few more bikes arrived during the evening - all Germans (and one Swiss) - sorry about the quality of the pic - I only had my 'phone with me.
Right - Breakfast...
There is an excellent spread...
...but the kebab I ate last night means I only need coffee and fruit...
I pack the bike and set off into the crisp sunny day. As I ride through Bourg-Saint-Maurice, it occurs to me that most of the people I'm sharing the road with are probably commuters - on their way to work on just another Monday...
I get held up briefly during rush hour...
...as these ladies make their slow way to today's pasture...
...but soon I am past them and making my way back up Cormet de Roselend...
The roads are deserted...
I keep seeing Marmots at the roadside, but they are far too canny to get photographed this morning...
...so you'll just have to put up with landscapes...
Time to move on...
There's still plenty of snow as I approach the top (1968m if it's important for you to know

)...
This must be bleak in the winter - no ski lifts here...
I'm soon descending towards the lake...
...and taking the long, winding road back down to Beaufort...
At 10:00 I stop at the Beaufort Intermarché to refuel and buy some provisions...
I pack the shopping in the top box (I've never had one before and I
hate the look of it, but it's proving handy for things like this - it's coming off straight after this trip and will be refitted for long trips ONLY

)
It's a beautiful morning...
...as Bettie steers me up a road I find vaguely familiar...
I'm in Montmin - where regular readers may remember I got split up from my riding buddy Peter and spent half an hour chasing down a German GS I thought was him...
I crest the Col de la Forclaz (1157m) and start the long descent to Annecy - getting tantalising glimpses of the lake - impossibly turquoise - thorough the trees on my left
All too soon, it seems, I'm riding along the 'Riviera'...
...a stop/go nightmare that lasts several kilometres...
It's almost a relief to get on the A41. I start heading north and then stop at the first Aire I come across, to have some lunch...
I have a check around the bike and notice that the lady commuters left me a present this morning...
After a meal of ham, lettuce, apricots and nectarines, I pack up again and continue heading north on the A41. Traffic is light and the weather perfect - about 82° F with no wind. I set the speed at 130kph and, drinking regularly from my CamelBak, watch the world go by…
I slow whenever I see a radar camera warning sign (weren't they going to do away with those?), but otherwise keep a good speed up...
The sun's high and I'm glad I've planned an early finish today...
In no time at all, it seems...
...I'm approaching Dijon, where I have booked a room in the B&B for tonight...
I check into my slice of air-conditioned heaven...
...and Jules, the receptionist, gives me a cold 1.5L bottle of Nestea (iced tea) - "They delivered the wrong stuff and - hey - it's a hot day!"
He also insists I park the Adv on the disabled slot, just outside my room. What a nice chap
Good end to the day.