After two days of late starts, we realize there has been no suggestion of when we should actually set out on our rides each day. Today we’re beginning earlier, about 9 a.m. Outside it’s cloudy with no rain, but the thunder in the distance is unnerving. The route today looks to be the longest that we’ve taken so far. I’m itching to get back out there, the riding yesterday was so different from anything I’ve ever experienced on a mountain bike.
Everywhere we go we’re passing unnatural history–there are ruined castles and military infrastructure everywhere. It’s eerie to think about the things this region has experienced in the last couple millennia. Although without the world wars, many of the roads and trails we’re gushing over wouldn’t be here. Everyone’s digging into the Nutella and bread–hearty breakfast for hearty rides.