After the break in the clouds, Anne and I got restless so at the first sign of good weather we jumped on our bikes and headed toward my favorite climb, magic climb up to castegne...yet a differnet way. We went higher than before going through a town that had (reportedly) no exit or a deadend at 5 kilometers. I thought it might be a washout we could walk around.
Reaching the end of the road, we came across an older gentleman with a soft felt cap foraging for fresh fungi. He gestured that the road was closed and we magically were able to determine the road was passable by bici or velo!
Ann and I snuck across two barricades to find a freshly poured concrete bridge. I tested a section and it seemed hard enough to walk across (no wanting to turn around as it would be 5 kilometers up hill). We made it across, however we left a few shallow marks from our cletes and tires on the last 5 meters of concrete that had yet to harden completely.
Free to desend down the back side of the ridge, we noticed how suddenly today the lighting was softer through the vineyards and olive trees today...fall was upon us!
We stopped in Trebagno for some gelato as Anne and I were both in negative calorie land and had about an hour ride to get home.
After trying to locate the ride up to the Castello, we b lined ourselves back to Buon Albergo coming across 6 Italian cyclists headed our way. We spun with them for 5 or 6 kilometers until the town sign into Ferrazze, were I gave the wink to Anne, we jumped out front and sprinted to the finish, waving and yelling Ciao upon reaching Musella.
Stats for the day:
55 Kilometers
3600 feet climbing
4 hours and 20 minutes
1800 calories burned
2 sets of foot prints and tire marks in newly formed Italian bridge
1 pallino gelato
1 great pesce dinner in varo
3 songs heard by Italian guns and roses band
1 full day in Italy remaining!
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