DAY 1:
So, this is it, its really happening. No more talk.
Met my mate in Ballater the back of 9 (picked up a sandwich from the baker, nothing like planning ahead...) and headed to the Linn of Dee car park.
At approx 10.20am we set off.
And the first wrong turn was just before the White Bridge. Yup, good going! The OL3 map doesn't include the car park and we hit the bridge way faster than expected. My 20 year memories weren't too lucid so we took a short diversion up the Glen Dee path:
The wrong path (duh) - Glen Dee by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
However that we quickly met a beardie River Dee Trust mannie dancing about the other side of the Dee and he quickly put us straight...
David, keen eyed and bushy tailed by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
The going was fairly easy, estate/landrover track interspersed with the odd 'river' crossing. Some with bridges
Stream crossing (with bridge, yay!) by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
Some without...
Another river crossing, no bridge... by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
All went swimmingly until we crossed the Geldie. Yup, we crossed the Geldie, duh! Fortunately my mate noticed this and made me drag out the map. Bugger, we missed the turn off. So back across the Geldie... And back up the road a ways to the junction and we're onto singlewtrack.
ScotRoutes had given us an update from Eidart the previous evening 'I hope your Marty Pellow is good'. Man, it was a muddy, gritty, peaty quagmire and very little of it was rideable (after dumping the front wheel into deep, deep black puddles and just about going OTB we decided walking was the better part of valour.
David wrestling with the bike over a stream by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
Looks nice (but it wasn't) by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
And so it went for the approx 5k to Eidart bridge.
David on the Eidart bridge by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
Water falls on the Eidart by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
Water falls on the Eidart by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
So a spot of lunch and we struggle on until the route is rideable again.
Colin's Howff by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
We'd been advised to take the singletrack after Colin's Howff.
Back on the bike at last!
David, back on the bike at last! by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
And on to the Feshie road proper and making some distance again.
Glen Feshie road by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
Everything was now normalised, route reasonably clear (although David had to stop me from crossing the Feshie, what is the fascination for me with crossing rivers unnecessarily?)
The route was becoming familiar from those distant, distant memories. And we passed the Feshie Bothy (under renovation). Learning our earlier lesson the map was being produced more frequently to check our progress. There was still a section I didn't know before we hit the route I'd ridden with ScotRoutes. But hitting the chasm fortold we knew we were still en route.
The Chasm, or so Colin warned us... by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
This proved a bit of a struggle to get down and back up the other side but we struggled on and rejoined Onions Blue Route.
Theres a nasty cutaway you really wouldn't want to happen on in the dark. Luckily some kind soul has stuck some rocks across the trail in warning...
Who nicked me path!?! by
Metalheart-UK, on Flickr
And so on to the tarmac. And on to Feshie Bridge where, en route, we caught up by some dodgy Brummie geezer on a B+ Stooge. Nice to meet you Mike! We chatted, Mike headed to Inschriach Water Sports Centre (or something like that) and we headed to Drakes Bothy. After some tentative turns (I'd now hit the bit I'd done previously with ScotRoutes) we finally hit the singletrack and then bothy. It was empty but, hell, we'd brought the tent/bivi gear we were gonna use it! Plus Mike was planning on using the bothy. I'd wanted to bivi at Loch Einaich again but it was way too far off, David had had enough by now and there was a nice dry b othy to sit in....
So at 5.50pm, 7.5 hours after our start we finished the day. Not even halfway round and the same time as it took me 20 years earlier for the entire loop, good going! Aul age, disnae come itsel.
Tarp rigged, tent pitched and we retired to the bothy for a set and some food. We were both running water bladders and I drained mine just as we turned off for the bothy.... duh. So no brew... I did have a 0.5L bottle water I'd taken to ensure I had enough for the morning but had half that during the evening.
Mike showed up about 7.30pm with tales of woe about his (non existant) brake pads and his plans to get replacements (which would take him into Aviemore and off the CL route). He seemed to have it sorted out one way or another though. We yapped, shot the breeze, necked a little whisky and about 9.00 me and David retired to the great outdoors for (hopefully) some sleep. Fortunately it wasn't that cold, it did rain but my crap mat and dodgy back meant it was on/off through the night...
Give the dirt a little room.