Earlier today I met and chatted awhile with a Brazilian girl who had lived in Queenstown but was now in Chamonix, France and was on her way to Nordkapp by bicycle. In conversation, I casually said I would like some snow – not as in a snowfall but along side the road to cool off my legs. She mentioned I would get that on the next climb.
And so the day turned out to be short in distance, but long in cycling time as I toiled up toward the snow.
And that wasn’t even the top. However the decent was thrilling!