I woke early in Jausiers to a typical Alpine morning, sunshine with a few clouds at varying altitude.
When I set off on this trip Mrs Dookes had insisted that I weave in a few “rest days” as generally the going was likely to be reasonably tough. Good idea, but what does a motorcyclist do on a day off? Yep, probably gonna go for a little ride!
Over breakfast I pondered my maps.
Now it is true that I am in inveterate “Col hunter.” I can’t resist the opportunity to climb a new high pass and chalk another off the list, that morning I realised that I had the chance to add to our tally and add quite handsomely at that!
From Jausiers I spotted an interesting possibility, a big loop into Italy and cross five big passes that had until now evaded us. By crossing those off, we would have completed the top 40 highest through passes in Europe; now this was too tempting to miss!
I quickly finished breakfast and headed out to Harls, who was resting snugly in the hotel owner’s garage. I had the feeling that this was going to be some day…
We soon got onto the road and back into the groove, before grinding to a halt on the French side of Col de Larch; road works!
One thing I’ve learnt over the years of our road trips is to always expect the totally unexpected just around the next corner. This was one of those moments.
Normally, any road works spell delays and pain. This morning, however, was just a little bit different. Just imagine the conundrum facing the engineers; a high, relatively narrow alpine road needs repairs and quantities of construction materials delivered to the work site. The two options are close the road, or use a helicopter; how brilliant and give the waiting road users a free air display in the process! I love those French engineers!
We topped Col de Larch then rolled into Italy and onto one of those wonderfully crazy Italian roads that I swear they build just for fun. A series of sweeping wide hairpins that drop down from the pass in a ladder of asphalt, that, but for a glass-like surface and a bit of light drizzle would have been a delight to ride. We had a long way to go, so time to tread carefully!
At Demonte we turned hard left and soon left civilisation behind as we took the Colle Fauniera road. I frequently grumble about the way that much of the French Alps are scarred by the winter sports and ski industry; ski lifts and cable runs dot the landscape whilst the mountainsides are to often sculpted to create better pistes; it creates jobs and livelihoods, but it doesn’t half spoil things at times. Today though was like taking a trip back in time. We entered a beautiful Italian valley that was free from any trace of the winter sports industry and in it’s lower reaches, wonderfully bucolic as our ribbon of tarmac meandered through peaceful woodland.
In fact it was more than peaceful; it was deserted. For mile after mile we were alone. Just after climbing above the tree line we passed a farmer who was making repairs to his stock fence and we exchanged friendly waves.
Then we got stuck into some serious climbing.
The clouds were building a bit as we gained altitude, nothing to worry about, but it was getting a bit colder quicker than I had anticipated, actually a lot colder!
This was turning into hard country, very hard country.
The road was already quite narrow and now gradually narrowed even more and the surface started to show signs of minimal maintenance; actually it was starting to break up and in places there were small patches of ice.
This was turning into a road that demanded respect.
At Colle di Valcavera 2461m/7926ft we paused and tried to take in the view, but the swirling cloud put paid to that idea. Oh well, onwards and upwards!
I think that around this point it began to dawn on me that we were doing something very special. It’s very rare that we have the luxury of enjoying the mountains by ourselves and I resolved to savour every moment, whilst at the back of my mind realising that any problem up in this isolated place could easily become a very big problem very quickly!
The road became, very, very “interesting! Mud, ice, water, and broken asphalt all mixed together to deliver a thoroughly character building experience. Tatty, broken railings appeared just near the summit at Col di Morts (Fauniera) and then turning a corner we arrived at the summit.
We went into a well-practiced routine; kick the side stand down, let Harls idle for a minute then kill her engine, ease into first gear, turn off the ignition and relax.
Silence so still and complete it hurts your ears. Or at least it would if I didn’t have screaming tinnitus!
It wasn’t half cold!
Colle Fauniera, 2480m/8136ft is one of the most alluring places I have ever been. It’s also known as Col di Morti, “The Hill of the Dead.” It’s name apparently comes from the scene that was left after a battle in the 17th Century between Franco-Spanish and Piedmontese (Italian) forces. Interestingly, today the pass is currently awaiting government ratification to have it’s name changed to “Colle Pantini” after the great Italian cyclist Marco Pantini.
At the summit there’s a massive statue dedicated to the great man and his epic climb of the Col in the Giro D’Italia 1999.
I’m not sure what I feel about the renaming business, but the statue is quite impressive!
Moving on we crossed Colle del Vallonetto 2439m/8002ft and had an interesting time squeezing past a mechanical digger that was working repairing the road.
I gave him a friendly wave and trundled around the corner to Colle d’Esischie 2370m/7776ft and yep, there was snow! Deep banks of the stuff, which, fortunately, my digger-driver mate had obviously not long dug a path through.
It was better than that, at Esischie there is a junction and I wanted to turn left towards Marmona which is actually the minor road; luckily this was the one that had been dug out, the other remained firmly closed!
We began a long descent; little did I know that this would be a road that was going to leave an indelible impression on me. If I thought that the climb up to Fauniera was tough, then this was about to change all that.
The scenery was beyond beautiful, it was breath-taking, but so was the road; in a very scary way!
I had a brief glimpse that things ahead were going to be a tad interesting with the array of signs at the top of the decent. Lets get on with it…
We started the downgrade and I realised that this was no road for heroics. Just stick to the ride-able parts and concentrate on the next hazard, don’t look back or for that matter down! If I thought that the surface on the up-slope was tricky, it was twice as bad now; the best bits had generous amounts of larch needles lubricating the surface with pine resin, whilst in other places there was simply no road surface at all, just soft clay…not fun on a big Harley Tourer! Oh yes, there wasn’t much in the way of barriers either, often just a bit of grassy verge and then a drop of unrecoverable proportions.
It was best described as low-gear country, tiring to ride, yet not at all unpleasant, just very demanding.
Eventually, nearing Tolosano, things opened up, the road got considerably better and we started to make progress; then, rounding a corner cane across a “Road Closed” sign. What the…!
I consulted the map, nope, no other way. Lets go explore.
I trundled Harls around the roadblock and slowly moved along the road until, yes I could confirm that the road was quite securely closed. A largish truck blocked our way whilst a group of workers shovelled stone from it. A chap who appeared to be the foreman approached and clearly indicated me to go back.
In my bad Italian I asked when the road would be open? “Four o’clock;” it was 12:30 now, hmm.
“Any other way round?” “Si, go back and take the first right, you’ll be fine on your motorbike.”
I was a bit dubious, but really didn’t have another option, so I spun Harls around and set off explore. Sure enough there was right turn, but it just seemed to head into a farmyard.
I saw young couple and asked if I could get through?
“Where have you come from?” “Colle Fauniera.”
The young man looked at me and smiled, “In that case you’ll be OK, but it’s not easy!” he smiled.
I thanked them and started up Harls, here we go then old girl!
Leaving the farmyard the road dropped towards a small steam, then became a rough stone track, then morphed into a grassy bridleway, then a muddy track, then back to grass and more like a footpath than road; OK, lets see how we get on.
I left Harls to tick-over in first gear; “I’ll look after the steering, you just give us a bit of forward movement,” simple teamwork.
After about half a mile the path began to change back into something resembling a road and then we got back on real tarmac again. I gave Harls her head and now on a good road for the first time in hours she sang a happy song that echoed back off the steep valley sides.
At Bassura we turned North and hit the hairpins again, San Martino was left behind as we growled skywards into the clouds again, target Colle di Sampeyre 2284m/7493ft.
I’d love to tell you that Colle di Sampeyre was impressive, but apart from a solitary chap on a bicycle all there was to see was thick cloud.
More hairpins took us down into the Varaita valley where we turned left. Now we were on one of my favourite roads in the whole of Italy, it leads to Col Agnel/Colle dell’Agnello 2744m/9003ft the highest paved international pass in the whole of Europe.
The road over Col Agnel is one that Harls and I first rode some years back and has fondly remained in my memory ever since, it was great to be back. This is a road that has everything; long fast sections, stunning views, great surface and the ever beckoning view of snow tipped mountains ahead, then the technical twisty bits begin and are an absolute joy to ride.
Last time we were here, the place was almost deserted; today was not quite so quiet as it was a public holiday in this part of Italy, but it wasn’t unpleasantly busy.
There’s a small parking area at the Col, which nestles between high peaks on a knife-edge ridge and offers amazing views across both Italy and France. It’s a lovely place to visit and a wonderful road to ride.
Saying “Ciao” to Italy, we began our long decent into the Queyras valley. This is a fun road with a lovely surface; crossing the river we turn left and power through the miles towards the famous Queyras Gorge balconies just before Guillestre. Then it’s onwards for Col de Vars and back to Jausiers, I could almost taste that first beer!
I sat in the hotel bar. Fabienne, the hotel owner, poured me a cold Demi.
“Alors, où as-tu allé aujourd’hui?” “So, where did you go today?”
“Oh, juste pour un petit tour en Italie …” “Oh, just for a little ride in Italy…”
I produced a map and showed Fabienne where we had been. At first she just looked at me, then rolled her eyes skywards, “Tu l’as fait en seul? Tu es fou!” “You did that alone? You are crazy!”
Fabienne laughs, it’s a laugh of one who has spent her life in this very hotel; it’s a laugh tinged with too many cigarettes and just a little bit of jealousy.
She pushes my beer across the bar and smiles.
Perhaps Fabienne, perhaps I am, but undoubtedly I am also very happy.
Happy because I realise that I had experienced undoubtedly the most demanding day I have ever had on a motorcycle and I loved every moment of it.
And I see things mighty clear today, I’m alive!
And I’m breathin’ clean, fresh air today, I’m alive!”
Catch you soon.
Every inch of this ride is for you G, may we ride together again one day, but not too soon!
That was quite a ride. I’m a little jealous!
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Thanks, it certainly was…something!
Wow! What a ride! Good job, HD
Yep, right up there, one of the very best!
What a great ride
It certainly was, no silly high speed stuff, but technical as you like!
Great adventure and photos Dookes! Wishing you an excellent new year with many more! 🙂
Thank you Lili, Mrs Dookes and I wish you the same too.
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Thank you, best wishes to Mrs Dookes too.
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What a ripper of a yarn Dookes! A thoroughly enjoyable read and a fitting tribute to your mate G.. It is indeed good to feel alive, not just be alive. Best wishes to you and yours for the New Year!
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Thanks Les, like I’ve said before…I just tell it as it is.
Best wishes to you two as well.
Wow! Did Mrs D see those pictures? Did you get into trouble? Some of those roads are seriously scary!!
Yes, she has seen the photos…and surprisingly I’m still allowed out by myself!
It was beyond doubt the toughest day I have ever spent on a motorcycle, but also one of the most satisfying. In many ways I look back and I really can’t believe that I did it!
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That was one helluva rest day! I’m thinking that this is NOT what the Mrs. had in mind. But – oh my – what an adventure! And the scenery takes my breath aways! Hubs and I are returning to France in May and thinking of touring (in a car of course…) the French Alps. That Queyras Gorge looks amazing! Can you recommend any Cols we can climb with a car that have a road wide enough for 2 cars?
Hey, I got away with that one…and so long as I don’t show Mrs Dookes the photo’s too often she is still speaking to me!!!
Let me know, by email, where you are going to stay in the Alps and I sort some routes for you. The only problem is that some of the high cols won’t be open until mid-late June due to snow, it really does hang about at altitude. I’m sure though that I can find some good roads that will be open.
Hey Dookes! I searched your WP site and I couldn’t find your email. BUT…our itinerary is set and we’ve only got 2 nights in the Alps. We’re staying in Annecy. We’re going to try to go to Chamonix to ride the gondola up for Mont Blanc views if the weather will allow. But we’re going to be driving to Annecy from Provence (L’Isla sur la Sorgue) and thought we’d go the long way through Gap & Vizille. Yes, no, maybe?
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When are you doing it AGMA, what time of year?
I’ll email you AGMA, but in mid May a lot of the high passes will still be closed due to winter snow….yes it really does hang around that long at altitude! I’ll have a think about some good routes for you that will be open. Life is pretty hectic here, but I’ll try to get something back to you this week.
Stay well, Dookes.
No worries Dookes… You get done what you need to – we’ll just stick to main valleyish roads and be fine. I think I just made up a new word – valleyish!