Ok, here's a little (sorry, it drags on a bit) write-up I did for my blog:
Yesterday I descended from the bright and sunny Alps in order to do two things:
1. Drop Nikki and Amelie off at the train station in Chambery for their week back in blighty.
2. To head out for a day/night/day in the hills to tick off my February Bivi trip (yes, I'd left it a little late!).
There's been a fair bit of snow this month (almost the whole of the month has been snow-covered with up to 40cm at the house) and so I planned to head south a bit and keep to low altitudes in order to give myself the best chance of actually being able to ride my bike instead of pushing the damn thing through deep snow (as has been the case for many of my rides this month).
Here's me a couple of days ago enjoying some proper powder:
So.....with that in mind I headed to Crest in the Drome department and planned a nice 60km ride in the hills.
Here's the hazy sunlight view from the first climb of the day:
The day was nice and warm and I was soon up into some nice little hillocks - you can see one of my favourite local hills (ok, mountains) in the background (it's one I've ridden a lot up near Saillans):
Once I got up above 500m I rediscovered my old friend SNOW and had some long slow miserable climbs to contend with as the evening wore on.....
I continued late into the evening (having passed up a perfect bivi spot as it was just too early and would've given me too much work to do this morning) and was rewarded by some lovely sunset views:
and.....
The light was fading fast and the trail was proving to be a bit of a dick (due, in part, to some moronic forresters who'd felled a whole section without leaving a clue as to where the path might have been - thanks a lot!) and it was a thoroughly knackered and dejected Gairy who found himself looking or a spot to lay his weary head.
In the end I chose somewhere that was relatively flat once the light had totally gone (though I had my nice lights and so lumination wasn't my problem.
It was a long and annoyingly cold night due to me taking/using my cheap Karrimor mat instead of my highly insulated (but heavier) Mammut mat (so SOOO warm and comfortable) but I survived (and even got quite a bit of sleep) and awoke this morning to this view:
It didn't rain but I'd packed my big (3m x 3m) tarp just-in-case and so I had plenty of cover during the night and, whilst I will persevere for now, I don't yet 'get' why people love the tarp/bivi set-up over a simpler (and lighter and warmer and dryer) tent (like the one I've got).
I've stated that I want to give the tarp/bivi approach a chance and so I'll be continuing to use this set-up over the coming months (though hopefully the smaller tarp which will at least mean that it's lighter than my tent) and we'll see how it goes but I remain to be convinced!
I packed up my gear and was on the go by 08:30 (an hour to pack everything away nicely) but my less-than-great nights sleep and a previously aching body (I hadn't really ridden my snowboard for years) meant that I wasn't in the best of places this morning and a section of descent that would have been a sniff too treacherous on an unladen bike had me walking the bike and cursing for the first half hour of the day (not ideal!).
But.....my morning was brightened by this stunning (and massive) bracket fungus I came across - lovely:
Once I'd walked most of the silly unridable bits (and warmed up a bit) I came to some extra-special single-track which turned my day/ride around.
It was absolutely stunning - there are no photos as they never do technical single-track justice and I was too busy hoofing-it down there to stop and take any!
At one point I took a bend and, glancing at the GPS, realised that I'd most likely taken a wrong-turn but I was enjoying the descent too much to care and so carried on happy that the trail was so good that it was worth the inevitable (as I had made a mistake) climb back up to rejoin the correct trail.
Once I'd descended fully into the Drome valley all I had to do was follow the river back to the car and I'd be done.
From the look of the map I worriedly thought that my trail crossed the river at this point:
.....but I soon realised my error and back-tracked to where there was a turning that lead to some brilliant trails along the riverside.
The trail reminded me of the trails I grew-up riding at home (some of the ones at Steetley Quarry near Doncaster for those who know it) - with trails that which appeared in a post-industrial area that's been left for nature to reclaim.
Here's a taster:
The longer I rode on the riverside trail the more I enjoyed it - I'd soon left behind the single-track and had crossed the river and was now riding on some nice (dry!) walking trails which weren't technically exciting but were great to blast along at full-pelt:
Just before arriving back at Crest I came across this nice little bend in the river which has given rise to some stunning moving sand/gravel banks on which hundreds of birds and ducks were resting/nesting (unfortunately most of them buggered off as my brakes squealed me to a halt) - I sat myself down and had a few minutes enjoying the scenery before finishing off the ride:
So.....highs, lows, great trails, non-existent trails, warmth and cold - this ride had it all!
Below you can see the profile for the two days:
I can't say it was an all time classic route but I did really enjoy it nonetheless.
Bring on March - who knows where the hell I'll end up for that bivi trip!
Cheers, Gairy.