Krabbé and the Col de la Sereyréde

Kilometer 106-108. Climbing. Hands on the bars, my wrists in front of me. They’re wet.

Kilometer 109. Col de la Sereyréde. An opening in the woods. A guardrail, a bench, a half a millstone, undoubtedly pointing out the highlights of a panorama spreading for miles around. Mist.

To the right is a road down; to the left is one going up. A gendarme is pointing left. We go left.

Was that really the Col de la Sereyréde? That went quickly.


– The Rider by Tim Krabbé

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