Pete Scullion takes on an alpine ridge ride with the most serious of consequences, and the greatest of rewards.
Words & Photography: Pete Scullion
Above two and a half thousand metres my body starts to wonder what I am doing to it. I was used to this by now, after a long week chasing Ben Jones and his pals around the French-Italian border. We’d topped out only days previously on what Ben held firm was “the best trail in the world”, and, while it certainly had everything you could want from a trail, including a spent 8in artillery shell, there was one trail that left me utterly speechless before we’d even turned a pedal.
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