By rights, I should have been miserable. It was cold and wet. Rocinante can cope with hills, but it's slow going. There was nowhere to stop, other than to admire the views, and after a while the riding became a bit monotonous.
In fact, though, it became a series of challenges I had to work through, and it was surprisingly enjoyable. I had to shape what wet weather gear I have into suitable rain protection. I fashioned a rain projector for the GPS from a plastic bag and some duct tape (move over, MacGyver). I had to figure out how to ride as fuel economically as possible to get over the mountains without running out of petrol. Coming down the final slopes towards Beaune felt like a huge achievement!
Well done.
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