Wednesday morning we thought we would head out for Italy by taking a back road to Bardonecchia. Better than that, Colin thought his GPS showed a back road to get to the back road (Yo, Dawg!). Turns out his back road ran through an old fortress still considered a military site, with signs warning us that we weren't supposed to be there. Never mind, we kept going as the pavement turned to gravel, the gravel to rocks, the rocks to baby heads.... (I hope someone has photos...). When Colin slammed one of his BMW's cylinder heads into a rock, cooler heads prevailed and we backtracked to Briancon to find the main road out to the Col de l'Echelle, a fun, meandering pass into Italy that includes drainage channels across the road on the dramatic descent into Bardonecchia. From there we headed to Susa to bag the Col de Mt. Cenis, the site of my crash in 2006 (not repeated this year). From there we dropped down into the valley of the Maurienne, and stopped for lunch. Matt went for the chicken sandwich:
He appeared to be hungry:
Stuart thought French food was total crepe:
The scenery wasn't so bad though:
Later that afternoon we rode up the Alpe-d'Huez of Tour de France fame (hint: much easier on a moto) with the intent to complete a loop down the gnarly little road on the backside that I appear to have been calling the wrong name. I thought it was called the Col du Clavans, but the map says it's the Col de Sarenne. Anyway, it's one wild and slippery little road with big cobblestone drainage channels across it (think Knoxville-Berryessa with cobblestones instead of concrete, and huge drop offs

arty ). So busy riding that there was not much time for photos, until I came to this house. I thought, "This place rocks!"
The surrounding scenery wasn't so bad either:
Stuart and Natalie, come on down!
Once we regrouped and made a fast run down the Col du Lauteret, we stopped for supper alongside a river running through Serre Chevalier. Parked up, we see Colin's battlestar BMW out front. It may not look like much, but it's about the nicest sounding BMW I've ever heard, and it gets down the road just fine:
Nice outdoor seating:
Stuart and David reviewing the day's highlights, while Natalie keeps up with work via her Crackberry:
The village on the other side of the restaurant was picturesque as well:
Dinner that evening was Stuart's introduction to escargot, and he liked those snails far more than he expected. Hey, when something is that drowned in garlic and butter, how can you go wrong? I think someone has pictures of this, but I only took pictures of pie.
Stuart's chocolate mousse was trying to keep the paparazzi at bay:
The creme brulee looked pretty good too:
And so another day closes on EuroBARF.