Beautiful, dangerous, magnificent, and cold, a path that could fascinate and fill the mind like a magnificent painting drawn by a talented and creative painter.
While crossing the gorgeous, yet freezing route by bicycle, the tips of our fingers and toes were frozen, burning of cold.
Trees holding on to snow on their bare bodies, standing tall side by side, all over, looking down, and sometimes had the tendency to unload snow over our heads.
The ground was icy, and especially on the slopes, it was necessary to cross carefully and slowly to prevent the bike from slipping on the ice.
The weather was getting almost pleasant, as the sun appeared in the sky gently.
As I was standing by the road, I heard a noise, and a little further, rocks fell off the side of the road unexpectedly.
The snow gradually melted, loosen the soils that hold the rocks together, causing small rocks to drop off the hill in the middle of the road. A dangerous situation that greatly threatened cyclists and pedestrians.
It was disturbing, but the scenery was so beautiful that we almost forgot how horrible it could be.
I wanted to go higher, but they warned me that the path is more challenging ad dangerous ahead. Maybe I could have experienced more excitement …
