I'm back....Internet connections have been very hard to find. The Alps are behind me as I'm in the Ardeche. This area is just east of Provence on the west side of the Rhone. I'd say it could be the perfect place. Maybe it's the flatter roads which I sorely missed in the Alps. Jim and I rode 4 days up there and the rides where measured in hours not miles. My luck on staying healthy didn't hold out. I got a cold on the day we drove north and it stuck with me until yesterday when I drove south after spending the night in Lyon. Jim's flight home is a story I'm sure he's willing to share. Needless to say, flight direct is my story and I'm not budging from it.
Today's ride is down the Ardeche river through the Gorges de L' Ardeche to the Rhone and back.
This part of France is perfect for this time of year. Warm but not too hot. Outdoor dinning everywhere, Rose' flowing like water. How could life get any better? Rose' you might ask, it's that pink wine what high school girls drink? Hell no, if you haven't had a good Rose' sitting outside as the sun goes down you have one more thing to do. I'm living a dream come true if only I wasn't alone.