Eleven days from Bressanone to the bottom of Alpe d'Huez. Four on foot through the Dolomites, then the long road west. Every day, as it happened.
Bikes stashed in Bolzano, packs weighed, an early night in Brixen. Nothing had started yet.
A gondola does the first 1,000 metres. Everything after that is earned.
The longest climbing day of the run, and the one with cables on it.
The biggest distance of the four, and the only cash machine on the route.
The shortest stage, the highest point, and a gondola down to the finish.
Forty-eight hairpins to 2,758m, on legs that had just run for four days.
Narrower, quieter and meaner than the Stelvio. Then a lake, and a day off.
A travel day with one alpine col bolted onto the end of it.
Over the Lautaret, down to Bourg d'Oisans, and stop at the bottom.
Eleven days, two disciplines, one line drawn across the Alps.