James had hidden his Aston, Clusea was dealing with a bump, so were left to deal with the Cliff Hanger views ourselves.
Young mountains the Dolomites might be: achingly beautiful they definitely are. We have all day to appreciate them as we start at the bottom and end up a lot higher.
Today they and the numerous small villages perched precariously on hillsides, were framed by meadows of spring flowers.
The last 30k was on an old railway line. I have an inclination it took some building.
Travelling reflections 