For each week, there has always been one day more challenging than the rest. Usually due to the distance to cover, the number of mountains to climb or the elevation gain. This ride ticked all three boxes and was definitely going to test me.
The first col was to be the Col de la Bonette 2715m followed by the short loop up to the Cime de la Bonette 2802m. This climb on its own is a challenge with 1587m elevation gain over 24km. But I wasn’t going to just ride out and back; I was continuing on a 184km loop over two more passes!
The second pass was to be the Col de la Lombarde 2350m above the Ski resort Isola 2000. This pass also marks the border with Italy which was where I was to descend. From the valley below, I would follow the main road up the 30km uphill grind back into France over the Colle della Maddalena 1996m (known as the Col de Larche when approached from France). From here it would thankfully mostly downhill over the last 31km back to Barcelonnette.
The morning was perfect with clear skies and a chill in the air. I wanted to get out reasonably early as I knew this was a big day. Even with arm warmers, it was a cold first 10km up the main valley to the town of Jausiers; the location of the turnoff and start of the climb to Col de la Bonette.
Looking back down mid climb on the Bonette
Thanks must go to the French and their zeal for road resurfacing and bless them for their love of hot mix. The whole ascent was to be on a lovely fresh silky smooth layer of bitumen. It initially wove its way up taking the left side of the valley through steep pastures and open forest. Then halfway the way was blocked by a cliff band which the road negotiated by a series of hairpins and a precarious traverse. Once through we were soon above the tree line and it opened into a huge basin with the road snaking through the path of least resistance.
Upper basin
The distinctive pyramid shape of the Cime de la Bonette didn’t come into view till around 4km to go and these last kilometres eased in angle offering a chance to recover before the final steep climb above the col to the high point on the Cime. Given its claimed status as the highest paved road in Europe, it was swarming with tourists. So I only stayed long enough for photos before donning my waterproof jacket to block out the wind on the 26km descent to Saint Etienne de Tinee.
The distinctive but not particularly attractive Cime de la Bonette
I did stop a short way into the descent where the road passes through an abandoned army barracks. As whilst researching my trip, I’d read about murals soldiers painted whilst at Camp des Fourches (built between 1896 and 1910 and manned till after WW2) and wanted to look for them. Only one of the many buildings still had intact paintings and clearly showed the entertainment the soldiers longed for while in this isolated outpost.
The descent continued through Saint Etienne de Tinee to the town of Isola. The climb to the Col de la Lombarde started with a couple of tough kilometres which tested the legs after enjoying a very long descent. It continued up a tight valley, swapping numerous times back over the inviting stream. Nearer the ski resort Isola 2000 the angle eased and the cooler air made the heat more bearable. I tried to find water or somewhere to buy some food but only found builders constructing busily before the ski season begins.
Leaving Isola
There was only 5 kilometres left to climb to the col from the resort and soon enough I was amongst the usual tourists. The descent into Italy was on a very narrow and rough road. It demanded an intense concentration, not only for the hard braking and corners but also for oncoming vehicles. Much of the way down it was barely wide enough for the oncoming car and I squeezed as hard as possible to opposite verges. Then there were the motorhomes… I’m continuously amazed at the roads these get driven up!
Last section to the Col de la Lombarde
Descent off the Col de la Lombarde in Italy
Leaving Isola
There was only 5 kilometres left to climb to the col from the resort and soon enough I was amongst the usual tourists. The descent into Italy was on a very narrow and rough road. It demanded an intense concentration, not only for the hard braking and corners but also for oncoming vehicles. Much of the way down it was barely wide enough for the oncoming car and I squeezed as hard as possible to opposite verges. Then there were the motorhomes… I’m continuously amazed at the roads these get driven up!
Last section to the Col de la Lombarde
Descent off the Col de la Lombarde in Italy
Once down on the main road the last climb began. Though nowhere near as steep as the previous two climbs or as high it was still going to be a long slog. A short way along there was a road side cafĂ© with an ice cream board displayed. I went with what I knew; a Coke and a Magnum Classico. If not for the biting flies I’d probably still be sitting there.
Unfortunately the wind picked up and it wasn’t in my favour. The road was mostly a straight run into this cursed wind till above the town of Argentera, where after around signed tornante 20 I lost interest in reading the signs. Instead, the Marmotte’s living between the bends were a good distraction; odd creatures that look like a very overweight gopher. I’d read they are big and dumb enough to take out cyclists by running in the way on descents; given I had only seen the odd Marmotte during ascents and that I probably could have walked faster at this point they were just the distraction.
Tornante
Unfortunately the wind picked up and it wasn’t in my favour. The road was mostly a straight run into this cursed wind till above the town of Argentera, where after around signed tornante 20 I lost interest in reading the signs. Instead, the Marmotte’s living between the bends were a good distraction; odd creatures that look like a very overweight gopher. I’d read they are big and dumb enough to take out cyclists by running in the way on descents; given I had only seen the odd Marmotte during ascents and that I probably could have walked faster at this point they were just the distraction.
Tornante
Above these hairpins the road straightened and eased in the last few kilometres to the col. Here were just a few trucks and a small store selling liquor. Probably a throwback to where this was a manned border crossing and it was most likely bustling with people queuing at the border to bring back cheap alcohol.
Descent of the Colle della Maddalena
There was now just one last obstacle between me and home; a short section of road that is marked as closed to cyclists. The only options if I was stopped here were to either hitch past with the bike or take a dirt track that took a ridge opposite. From what I could gather, the reason why the road is closed is that it runs under an unstable hillside and they don’t want a cyclist slowing traffic. But as my direction was downhill and I kept a car within sight without trying there was no risk and was pointless. I was still relieved when I made the other side and was able to ride back to town.
Ride details:
Distance 183.69km
5784m elevation









