But then came the high Alps and the party was over. Rolling hills of five or six percent for about twenty miles, then the wind turned against me with a vengeance. Outside the town of Serres, I rounded a corner and came to a near-standstill due to a standing 70 mph wind from the passes. Another fifteen or twenty miles and then I finally descended into Gap and a well-deserved rest after nearly six hours in the saddle.
The sunflowers are well past full bloom, but still lovely to look at:
