Anyways, I can hear an Abba cover band concert playing in the distance. Because when Sierre-Zinal comes to Zinal, they pull out all the stops. There are press cars, runners, people in black jackets, race organizers, paragliders and an Abba cover band filling the town.
|The bus ride to Zinal|
|The trail we usually train on before the race.|
|That is supposed to be a bridge, not a pier.|
|Pablo Vigil, chopping wood|
Anyways, race is on Sunday. I'm getting excited.
The fog is steadily rising out of the forest as I write this. I'd love to describe it in a metaphor, but the closes I can come to is by plagiarizing the band playing in the distance. Mama mia! (that's what they're playing right now, sorry) A better metaphor is that it looks like a thousand ghosts are migrating up the valley, perhaps to listen to Abba or watch the end of the race. Or maybe they just want to get to the mountains floating in the clouds.
|A mountain floating in the clouds|