Tuscany on steroids.

Spectacular views from the highest tops.


Clouds were clinging to the ridges or blowing swiftly past; sometimes over me, sometimes under.

The long and winding road...

More winding road.

A greyhaired forest.

Snow! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

I believe this place was called Floursack Field, on account of what the white stones looked like.

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