Relentless. It's one of my favourite words. I often pre-curse it with the f-word - they just fit so well together. As I rode from my campsite above Angamarca on Wednesday, Nov. 29, to Salinas de Guaranda (or de Bolivar, depending on which source you use), all I could think of was how "fucking relentless" … Continue reading Relentless beauty, relentless climbs: Lasso to Salinas
