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Alpe d'Huez and Doddy. Photo: Cal Jelley
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The valley. Photo Cal Jelley
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This is Charlie, the greatest guide in all of France. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Sik Michael. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Doddy,almost as tall as the mountain. Photo Cal Jelley
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The author enjoys a dusty corner. Photo: Mick Kirkman
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Sik Michael and his reflection. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Charlie is not scared of things. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Mountain(s) Photo: Cal Jelley
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Mont Blanc and Mick. Photo: Cal Jelley
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The Megavalanche start line. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Oh the humanity. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Pow day. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Charging. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Prime singletrack. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Smoke in the trees. Photo:Cal Jelley
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A Doddy on the edge. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Spooky. Photo: Mick Kirkman
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The Stallions. Photo: Cal Jelley
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The Band. Photo Cal Jelley
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Walls for riding. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Charlie would go. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Vive le france. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Mind the Gap. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Re-thinking that cooked breakfast. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Mick did not see these flowers, but I did. Photo: Cal Jelley
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Nowhere to fall. Photo Mick Kirkman
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Ahhhhh, it feels so good. Photo: Mick Kirkman
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Mick at work. Photo Cal Jelley
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Golden Hour. Photo:Cal Jelley
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Beer above the valley. Photo: Celine Perrillon
The best thing about having a guide who not only rips but knows the vast expanse of mountain like the back of his hand is you get to hit all the secret local trails, sneaker short cuts and stupid straight lines.
This particular one ended in a bike buckling compression that nearly broke me in half. The lads learnt from my over-jazzedness and took it a little easier!