The Pyrenees
Forget about the Earth's crust being uplifted; according to Greek mythology, these mighty mountains have a more romantic origin: Geryon, a gigantic six-armed warrior had chased Pyrene, a nymph, who was hiding somewhere between Spain and France. To flush her out, Geryon torched the whole region and as Pyrene was about to choke, she yelled out. Heracles heard her cries and came to the rescue, but was too late, discovering Pyrene only to hear her very last words. Touched by the nymph's story, Heracles built a huge mausoleum by gathering all the rocks he could find, forming mountains he appropriately named the Pyrenees.
A couple of days off the bike recovering has meant that I've spent a lot of time planning what I'm going to do the next time I got back on it. This has resulted in a pretty conclusive plan of the route we're going to take through the Pyrenees. My knee is still bad but armed with some under-the-counter-stronger-than-normal-anti-inflammatories I'm determined to have a good time over the Cols. The knees can wait a little longer to get fixed.