Austrian, French, Italian, are one of those places. Words like
majestic, awe-inspiring, gargantuan come to mind. Rather than the
quietly beautiful, rolling green, patchworked landscape of Lancashire
which I never tire of, the Alpine views are so big and so bold, so
enormous, you almost can't take them all in. Words don't do it and
pictures provide only the merest glimpse.
We rode over three mountain passes yesterday, the Fern Pass,
Timmeljoch, and the Gampenjoch. These aren't passes between
mountains, they are roads over mountains, with the Timmel being the
highest at approximately 8000 feet. There was still snow up there,
taller than the motorbike in some places!
We had lunch on the Italian side of the Timmel, after we dropped down
far enough to get warm again. The down into the 'apple basket of
Italy' with more apple farming than I have ever seen, surrounded by
the Dolomite mountains.
After a bit of a road challenge around Trento (it was closed - 'But we
only know one road!'), we found our way to Lake Garda, a huge lake,
again surrounded by the Dolomites. Monster day, but gorgeous!
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