Passed Out???
These last few days, I've been relaxing and enjoying Casa Olea; the view, storms, sunshine, pool. Reading. Cooking. Walking down to Varenna and crawling back up. Getting lost on the pedestrian paths and ending up many meters too high. Watching the ferries' gentle wake slowly fade.
Kinda like this; as a Leo, I can relate:
My daughter will be arriving sometime next week, and my wife the week after that. But, Mia is in the garage and there's a pass just north of here connecting Italy to Switzerland: Passo della Splugen. Friday morning I head north for an "out and back" hopefully before more T-storms roll in.
The climb starts as any other pass, i.e., tight 180 degree uphill switchbacks. Turn your head, look up and over your shoulder to see what's coming down, carry some speed, look waaaaay thru the turn, throttle up and don't drift wide. Got it.
Except Splugen throws in a few more wrinkles: hairpin turns
inside unlit tunnels that are themselves not wide enough for 2 cars, and uphill hairpins
immediately as you pop out of a tunnel. All mixed with the usual cars, motorcycles, bicycles, vans and trucks. Going up and down. Beeping is the methodology to get thru a not wide enough tunnel.
I work my way up, including navigating a car that decided to back up in the middle of an uphill hairpin, and the TomTom tells me I'm almost at the Swiss border. The Swiss side is much more "open," or so I've heard. I'm not going to find out today because there is a large black cloud directly in front of me, with some bolts of lightning.
I pull over, take a few deep breaths, say "fuck it," turn around and do it all again...downhill. I've taken no pictures because, (a) I'm busy, and (b) there's no pull outs. I can barely tell you what the scenery looks like...this has not been a very enjoyable ride.
The storm has been chasing me down the mountain and as I roll back into Casa Olea, the sky opens.
Am I "passed out"?
Sitting with another bottle of the very nice 2014 Barolo, I try to answer that question for myself. The Barolo is a good lubricant.
I truly love the Alpine scenery, it is breathtaking. The jagged peaks juxtaposed with lush valleys. The ever present party at the top, the culture. It is grin-inducing and inspirational. And most of the riding I've done here has been absolutely fantastic.
But if I'm honest,
constant switchbacks are not my favorite kind of riding; I like the road to be a bit more open.
This, which was Alsace, France,
And this, the Route de Cretes, France, a "ridge road" with spectacular views.
Or this, which was Tuscany (shout out to my wife who has serious pillion camera skills)
Or even this, Applecross Pass in Scotland (ditto)
Or all the road through Appenzell...
Vs. this, which is the beginning of Stelvio, and really, every other pass design is virtually identical.
A Google street view of a Splugen tunnel, uphill hairpin to follow immediately.
I like roads with rhythm; switchbacks are all stop and go, no flow. Hard on the gas, hard on the brakes, throw her over; repeat. The joy becomes the view at the top, and to the extent you have time to see it, the view along the way. Ideally, I'd like a bit more journey, a bit less destination. Constant switchbacks are like a one note song...once the novelty wears off, it's boring.
Really, I'm more of a Spa Eau Rouge kinda guy than a Monaco Fairmont Hairpin aficionado. Which looks like more fun to you?