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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