Shifting Gears: Day Nineteen

A murky morning to start the final push to St Moritz.

A lovely smooth gravel track to put some miles in.

I double-took on that thought: “I can pretty well ignore my glucose control, from then on, knowing it would be okay.” For someone with type 1 managed on a conventional diet, that would have been near impossible.

Arriving at the border with Switzerland, the last country on the route.

The chase to keep up with those club cyclists.

The sun is out and the Rhine is boiling along with meltwater from the high Alps.

Following the main road to Chur, with bikers enjoying their day.

This is it! 1000 miles! whoop whoop!

Cows less than impressed with my efforts.

A nod to my reliable companion on this route.

Stopover in Landquart. Top floor behind a fuel station, above a mechanics workshop.

Clothes drying in readiness for the next day.

Ketones deciding for whatever reason to wait until later in the day before putting in an appearance. The body works in mysterious ways.