Hoping
to avoid making our third ascent of the day in the full heat of the
afternoon, as well as any more thunderstorms, we arrived in Bédoin at dawn to begin our day of
climbing. Our first ascent of the day was from Bédoin – the
approach followed by the Tour de France when, unlike 2006, the route
includes the Ventoux. The route began on the heavily wooded road
through the forest that covers the lower slopes of the “Giant of Provence”.
On this section of the climb, we met a few other cyclists and
noticed that the storm had washed quite a bit of debris onto the
road that would, we expected, make the descent very treacherous. As
with l’Etape, we didn’t want to burn out on the first big climb of
the day so we rode at a comfortable pace and just kept plugging away
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Eventually,
we emerged from the trees into the famous “moonscape” that marks the top of the mountain. Luckily, the often-tough wind wasn’t blowing here and
we “only” had to contend with the steepness of the slope. The famed
tower atop the old weather station at the summit served as our
beacon, but – while it constantly got closer – it seemed to do so
awfully slowly! We made the summit in just over two hours, still
earlier than the souvenir shop opened.
 

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As we descended toward Malaucene, we saw something you’d only
see in France – a street sweeper coming up an isolated mountain road
just to sweep off the debris for cyclists and other tourists, less
than 24 hours after a storm – perhaps our descent back to Bédoin
would be clear after all!

The climb from Malaucene is another brutal one. It’s a
toss-up as to which is harder between it and the Bédoin approach.
The Malaucene climb deviates more from the average grade, so you get
longer sections of less severe punishment, but also longer sections
of the most severe. One section in particular -- in excess of 10% for
four solid km -- was especially tough. But we made it, this time
finding the souvenir and candy shops open.
We then descended back down the “moonscape” section of the first
climb and stopped at the memorial to
Tom Simpson (below
left). Coincidentally, we were visiting on the anniversary of
his death on this climb in 1967. At the fork in the road, we veered
off toward Sault, which is surrounded by fields of lavender
(below right). After a lunch stop at a creperie (again, only in France), we began our
final climb of the day.
The route from Sault is much easier than the other two for
the majority of its length. It is longer, but much less steep, until
you emerge from the forest and return to the fork in the road where
it rejoins the route of the Bedoin climb. From that point, the final
6+ km features the same steep, open moonscape as before, only this
time in the afternoon heat and sun. Luckily, though, as in the
morning, the wind wasn’t a factor. This was easily the hardest part
of the day but again we made it to the summit. And, as in l’Etape,
neither of us ever set a foot down during a climb.
 
We then needed only to safely
descend to Bédoin to complete our journey, and what a descent it
was. The street sweeper had indeed been through, the pavement was
great, the scenery was gorgeous both “on the moon” and in the
forest, and car traffic was light. This descent also features
perfect curves – frequent enough and sharp enough to be fun, but not
so much that you had to brake too heavily. It was a blast, and we
are now officially “Cinglés” members 1647 and 1666.
Following the descent, we walked
in to the bike shop where we parked just in time to catch the tail
end of the day’s Tour de France stage on which
Floyd Landis
first took the yellow jersey. He had finished before we arrived, but
the yellow jersey was still on the road on the back of Frenchman
Cyril Dessel, and it was a matter of
whether he’d finish in time to keep the jersey or lose it to Floyd.
His final time gap was almost exactly equal to his previous lead, but
Floyd had earned a time bonus for his finish on the stage and so
moved into the lead.
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