June 3 dawned with
heavy clouds but no rain. Anna and I
trekked off to meet Roger and Dominique; as we approached their apartment
building, rain began to fall. As the
rain began to fall heavily, we made a joint decision to postpone for one
day.
As mentioned before, the route we were to
take is called the Via Rhona – a planned bike route from Lake Geneva down the
Rhone River Valley to the Mediterranean.
It is completed in some places, non-existent in others, and in others
just a marked path on a country road or along the shoulder of a secondary
highway. I had purchased a detailed map
and description of the route which helped immensely in the areas where there
were no markings or obvious route.
Because we were going
down a river valley and because the route-makers had done a good job in most
places, we rode mostly on flat ground.
The few hills were mostly manageable on the bike.
Unfortunately, we took few pictures on the trip.
Day 1 – June 4.
Monday broke cool and
partly cloudy – good bike weather. This
time there were only three of us – Pascale was unable to take time off from
work to join us. Off we went, via essentially
the same route as three weeks previously.
I had brought a box of macarons, a prized local confection, to bring to the
hospital as a thank-you for patching me up.
Upon reaching the
scene of my disaster, and after a quick stop at the Givors hospital to drop off
my card and macarons, we stopped to see if an obvious cause for the fall could
be seen. Besides the rain that day, I
did note that the rail line curved as it reached the right side of the road
where I had encountered it. This made
the angle of crossing somewhat less than 45 degrees, and probably led to the wheel
slipping into the track groove.
David and Roger at His Apartment about to Leave to Meet Tony |
About 200 yards south
we reached the first section of the paved bike route. This first section was beautiful, taking us
through woods, farmland, along the river bank, through wildlife preserves and
over old arched stone bridges. We also
crossed onto an island in the river, and then back to the right bank
again. We passed through small and
not-so-small villages, such as St-Romain-en-Gal, site of an old Roman
settlement. We also passed through some
of France’s most renowned vineyard areas such as Cote Rotie and Condrieu. We stopped at a café for a nice lunch in this
area.
After lunch we
continued down the right bank for a while, then crossed to a rural island for a
while before re-crossing to Serrieres, where we booked into the only hotel in
town. No air conditioning, but clean and
comfortable. They secured our bikes in a
small storage room for us. The only restaurant available Monday night [many
restaurants in France are closed Sunday and/or Monday] was a small storefront
place run by a personable man who made a good hamburger [mine] and Tex-Mex plate
[Roger]. I don’t recall what Tony had,
but he did pronounce it good.
Based on the map
numbers, we covered about 65km; Tony’s and Roger’s odometers showed
considerably more. We may have ridden a
bit more due to occasional side trips and/or back tracking, but neither the
hours ridden nor our apparent rate of travel would seem to support the odometer
numbers.
Tony at Dinner - note the sign behind him. |
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