Some use chocolate. Others use money. I prefer big snow-covered bits of rock
– of the volcanic formation variety.
Other than being a bit of speed demon who doesn’t get this kind of opportunity of as often as I would like, the final run on the last day among the mountains of Chinaillion justified the ardour of the process to get there. And the last seven months. Everything, basically.
Don’t think I didn’t hear that intake of breath. I’ll share the story another day – this was so much more than a reward.