My son and I hopped onto the alpine coaster, our hearts racing with excitement. As we shot down the track, snowflakes swirled around us, landing on our faces.
Maybe you can hear him say “Faster, I am not scared!” and me answering “of course you’re not, or I’m taking away your bike”
good times, good times 🙂
City lights blurred through fog and smog, a strangely beautiful palette of blue gray and yellow
For years, that steep two-meter rock had been my nemesis on the enduro trail. Each time I approached it, my heart would pound, and I’d steer away, defeated by my own fear
Today felt different. As I stood at the base of the rock, I took a deep breath. I believed I could do it this time. On my first attempt, nerves got the better of me, and I backed off. The second try was better, but I hesitated midway and had to stop
Determined, I went for it a third time. As I approached, I focused on the line I needed to take. My heart raced, but I pushed through, feeling the bike respond perfectly beneath me. Before I knew it, I was at the top, exhilarated
I had finally conquered the rock. The fear that once held me back was now a distant memory, replaced by a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Monviso as it was this morning ♥️
At the break of dawn, Alessandro and I kicked off our Sunday ride from Bardonecchia, aiming for the charm of Névache. The morning air was brisk, a perfect companion for our adventure as we opted for the lesser-known alpine route.
Our first stop was a serene lake, offering a moment of tranquility before we tackled the climb to Aguille Rouge. Despite the rugged path, the panoramic views were nothing short of spectacular, with towering peaks and sprawling valleys stretching as far as the eye could see.
The descent back to Bardonecchia was a thrilling ride. We raced down the mountainside, the wind whipping past us, each twist and turn a rush of excitement and shared laughter. By the time we rolled into Camp Smith, we were exhilarated, with stories of an unforgettable ride that took us from Bardonecchia to Névache and back again, proving that the adventurous route is always worth it.
Our family took a short trip to Vallée Étroite in early November, and we were surprised by the unusually warm weather.
The hike to the green lake felt more like a late summer outing than a fall adventure. The foliage was still vibrant, but it was odd to experience such warmth during this time of year.
It was a reminder of how climate change is affecting our seasons, even as we enjoyed the beauty of the landscape around us.
While riding my enduro bike along the forest trails, I suddenly spotted something on the ground. I stopped to investigate and was surprised to find a perfect boletus edulis.
Its rich color stood out against the dirt, and I couldn’t help but smile at this unexpected find on my ride.
As I rode my e-bike towards the mountain in the morning, I was filled with anticipation for the climb ahead.
Suddenly, a rustling sound drew my attention. To my amazement, a group of bucks with majestic antlers was gracefully ascending the mountain.
Mesmerized by their beauty and the tranquil scene, I paused to watch. The moment of witnessing nature’s elegance against the backdrop of my modern ride left me in awe.
