This is how much I don’t know what day it is: I saw Alanna from CBS on top of the mountain today, and thought to myself, what is she doing here? Good lord, it’s Sunday already. How did that happen?Again, CBS kind of left me alone. The Tour has been much less stressful without them hovering. While they still ask of me ridiculous requests, I have been able to successfully point them in the proper direction; and have been getting out of the truck at a decent hour everyday this past week. Although the drives at night have never been forgiving.
It took FOREVER to get off of the mountain tonight. Forever = 2.5 hours. At one point we did get out of the cars and walk around, because the traffic had come to a stand-still. When we finally got moving again, we found a shortcut by following Matt and Lance down a back road; which probably shaved 30 minutes off of our ride to Peyragudes.
Though we still arrived pretty late. But it was about on par with everyone else; as we all seemed to arrive at the same time. There were not as many schloogies on the climb up the Col de Peyresourde, but there were a couple of serious roadside tent-parties going on that were tempting to stop at. At which to stop, I mean.
Well, I knew it would happen at least once more in these tiny mountain towns…room sharing. Although this time it wasn’t nearly as bad because they were more like apartments, with much more privacy. Ski apartments, really. Not much to them. Not much to the whole place really; there really was no reception; just unlocked rooms with your name on them.
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