I don't know what is happening to the formatting on my smart phone, but as I copy and paste paragraphs to put them in different formats I am losing paragraph separation.  I am going to try to address this by putting a -P- between paragraphs to see if this helps. -P- I also want to thank Higginson for his book, The Way of Saint James, a Cyclist Guide, which I am following on this trip.  If I quote him without giving credit it is not intentional, and I apologize. -P- Day 1 3/312013. Starting at Le Puy: -P-I woke up around 2 AM after sleeping about 4 hours, which was better than the previous night, but then I fell asleep again at 5 for 4 hours more.  Gave me a late start, but at least I'm getting over my jet lag. -P- I ate and finished packing the bike, which seemed heavy, but it was time to go.  I walked out through town to the Rue St. Jaques where pilgrims are supposed to start, wearing only socks and sandals, shorts, and a light shirt, with my wind breaker tied around my waist. -P-   From there it was a couple mile uphill slug, first on cobblestones, and then really steep tarmac.  I walked, sweating, until things began to level out, and then jumped on my bike.  I had to tweek the brakes a bit.  Next time I'll take it into a bike shop  for a tune up after I put it together. -P- So here I am, peddling across the French county side, which looks a lot like Mendocino.  I'm thinking it was silly for me to bring so much clothes when it's this warm, only to have to lug it up and down these hills, and that I should have brought just lighter sandals, the wind breaker, an extra shirt and pair of shorts, and maybe an extra pair of underwear and socks.  Live and learn. -P- Then 30 minutes later after passing through Bains and entering the wild moorland of Gevaudan I'm shivering in a rural bus stop shelter after being hit with a near freezing down pour, and I'm trying to put on everything I've got, insulated shirt, both jackets, storm pants, wind pants, the excellent bike gloves that Nurse Audrey gave me for Christmas that I almost left at home,  The only things I didn't wear before the day was over were 2 pair of underwear and a synthetic t-shirt, and I probably should have put them on, too. -P- And I'm upset with myself for not bringing my Gortex shoes and heavy wool socks, because I'm wearing 2 pairs of socks and the midweight sandals the REI guy and I thought would be plenty, and my feet are still soaked and freezing. -P- Then I find out something really rude.  After struggling over these mountains and plunging into the step descent of the Allier gorge I realize that the downhill is worse. You're going fast enough you get wind chill, and you aren't pedaling to generate heat. -P- By the time I got to the bottom at Monistrol d' Allier I am becoming seriously hypothermic, and I know what hypothermia feels like. -P- So I stop at this small hotel and restaurant (paindesucre.com).  The owner Peter looks at me and gives me some cognac and a hot pizza.  Then he looks at me some more and insists I drink some coffee, which I don't usually do. -P- I say I feel a lot better, but my feet are still cold.  Peter goes and gets an old pair of his son's shoes and insists I take them, to be left at a bar in Saugues, where I can find a better pair of shoes at a good men's shoe store down the street from the bar. -P- He tells me not to take the published route, but to walk my bike on the walkers track for a couple miles, and then pick up the main road.  I start out fine, but then get confused over road signs (I'll try to post the picture.  Go to the right!) and end up taking the long way through St. Prejet d' Alliers, which adds another 10km or so, which I don't have in me.  By the time I find the right road I can't peddle uphill anymore, and there is more uphill than ever.  I start to walk up anything that isn't level or downhill. -P- I stop and ask several people if I'm going the right way.  They tend to have philosophical discussions about the roads and bike riding and pilgrimages, very little of which I understand.  But they all are nice, and I appreciate it. -P- I get to Saugues just before the shoe store closes, and get a nice pair of light Gortex water resistant shoes.  I realize I've lost my helmet and skull cap somewhere, either leaving  them at Peter's hotel, or losing them when I crashed after wandering onto the soft shoulder while trying to put my  gloves back on.  So the lady at the shoe store sells me a warm knit cap.  Bike helmets don't seem to be required in France, and they are kind of hard to find. -P- I get to the hotel where I am staying (la Terrasse).  The owner comes out and insists on carrying my bike to the storage area under the hotel.  He says I look too tired to carry it.  I shower and wash my quick dry clothes and lay everything else out to dry, because everything I wore today was wet. -P- I have the plate de jour for dinner, because it's too complicated to go over the menu.  Turns out I like sheep cheese.  -P-I drink 3 quarts of water and an electrolyte pack because my legs were starting to cramp up on the road.  My kidneys gradually give up their grudge. -P- And now I am going to go to sleep. -P- The forecast is for snow tomorrow morning, followed by sun and warm temperatures in the afternoon.  Go figure.  This isn't Alaska, and I guess it can have whatever weather it wants. -P- I'll plan to go to Easter mass at 11, and if the weather is improving I'll then head out late to Aumount-Aubrac, 46 exposed km away.  If the weather still looks bad I'll wait another day, and have some more cheese. -P- Mike