What a Difference a Day Makes

Last night we stayed in a small hotel is Saas.  Alan delighted in how clever he had been to miss the Alps and we were too tired to tell him to shut the f%&k up.  This morning we set out to continue our ride out of the mountains and into the Rhine valley.  Our legs were pretty much useless but this mattered little as the going was downhill then flat.  It was hard to comprehend the difference to yesterday - just slowly spinning the cranks and watching the scenery roll by.

Occasionally we came to a small upslope where Knobby would immediately surge ahead, giggling like a girl.  Git.

We met the Rhine just north of Malens and followed it for 40 miles to Brigenz at the foot of Lake Constance.  We are in a nice little campsite where we are trying to stop the mozzies from bleeding us dry. 

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