A Honeymoon in the Alps
At a snail’s pace, my legs burning, I climbed the last mile to the top of the Grand Col du Ferret. Wiping sleet and mud from my eyes, I wondered why we hadn’t picked a more traditional honeymoon. At that very moment, I could have been reading a book on a Tahitian beach or drinking …
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