Highland Trail 2021
Posted: Sun May 30, 2021 12:01 pm
Thought I'd start a thread for post ride comments, thoughts and write ups.
Herewith my initial reflections on the previous weeks shenanigans....
1. Muppetry
There was quite a lot of this for me this year starting with that old favourite; going too fast from the gun, blowing up and then suffering horribly until I managed to recover. My guts seemed to rebel at the demands made by my legs and reacted in the only way they knew how - jamming solid and refusing to let go any energy. The corrieairyack was a study in misery and it was only by force of bone headed stupidity that I made it over the top....
I must also mention deciding to do this on single speed - what was I thinking?
Top score though was at the strath na sealga crossing. As per I removed (waterproof) socks, paddled across and refitted socks on the far side. Except I only had one sock. Looking back I noted the other one in the middle of the crossing, fortunately floating, but slowly drifting into the loch. Cue much splashing back in to retrieve it. Being waterproof it was full of water and the inner wooly sock was also soaked. I swapped socks every day so both feet got a chance to be wet...
2. Good Points
Actually a lot of these, inspite of the above, and the weather. It was dry on the first night - a first for me on the Highland Trail - which enabled a fine bivvy with Robbie L just out of Fort Augustus.
We had a tailwind most of the way round i.e. the wind kept changing but it was nearly always at our backs. This was a life saver. It probably also condemns me to headwinds for the rest of my cycling life.....
The bealach horn bit. It was pishing down, windy and bloody cold. The trail was saturated and I couldn't see much beyond the end of my nose but I really enjoyed the nadge fest this trail is. The weather also served as a motivator - I did the whole Horn section from the road and back in 3hrs 20 minutes, including a toilet stop.
Going single speed. As well as associated kudos due to Liam winning on a steel rigid singlespeed it was (at times) a hoot. Through all the boggy bits where I would be stressing about bunging gears with mud, I could just plough through. I also appeared to have smacked the derailleur hanger at some point so just as well there wasn't a derailleur on it!
The food - The FA pizza shop, the OBH and various other places were all operating as normal (ish) so we still had the great HT banter in these places. In particular the Poolewe hotel was very welcoming and the food ace after the epic of the great Wilderness.
Leaving the Spar shop at Lochinver at 16.50 and popping out at Ledmore at 20.05. I had the best motivation in the world - last orders at the OBH. I met Mike Toyn here (again) and it was good to get a chat and have a moan about the weather. Afterwards he said it was a real low spot for him and meeting me for a grumble helped his mood no end.
The new bit - as hard / harder and longer than the Coffin road / Dundonald climb but a great trail and amazing scenery.
Getting down the KLL descent clean (looks like they have done up a few bits now though)
Meeting Liam and his partner and Huw Oliver on the Devils Staircase descent and having a chat in the sun.
Finishing in warm sunshine side by side with Mike T.
3. The exceptional bit
On the descent into Poolewe out of Letterewe:- After a 'mixed' day weather wise and some hard going, me, Mike Toyn and John Fettes were riding this amazing narrow singletrack, it was dry, the sun was shining and the scenery stunning. Suddenly it all came together - after months of riding on my jack, there we were - three mates riding a fab descent, laughing out loud, going like hell and generally doing what mountainbikers do - hammering single track. Sitting in the sun scoffing huge amounts of food afterwards was the icing on the cake.
4. The not so good bits
The weather on Monday. It was raining horizontally to varying degrees (dense dreich to slashing rain) it was only a couple of degrees and I had one of the hardest bits of the route to do. At the start of the northern bit, if a taxi had happened by, I would have flagged it down and told it to take me out of there. Unfortunately there wasn't and scratching isn't really an option from this bit so no choice but to crack on...... Thank **** for Paramo.
Trying to persuade my ailing guts to get back on track. This lead me to perfect my 'going' technique, with the highlight (!) being on the Bealach horn route in rain, wind and no shelter.....
After the Euphoria of reaching the OBH on the Monday night, the realisation that I still had 350 k to go.....
5. The bike and gear
Was flawless - glad I went with my 3 season bag as I had 5 warm(ish) and dry nights kip. Being able to make a brew every morning as well as Beef Stroganoff for Thursday morning breakfast was a life saver. No probs with the bike although on day 1 I kept hearing a high pitched squeak everytime I hit a big bump. After much head scratching I realised it was coming from my mascot pink rubber rat (long story) - the bar roll was squashing it into the bars on a bump of a certain size, causing it to squeak. From then onwards I started categorising trail roughness on my squeak-ometer.
Pics:

The weather on the Bealach Horn

Totally amazing waterfall on the new bit

Mike T on 'The Crossing' (he has 36" legs apparently) It was just above knee depth for me and I did it twice!

Stunning view on the Tollie Path after a long day

Slug in boot - For all the hype, highs, lows, fame, fortune, suffering and jubilation, its still just a bikepacking trip.
Herewith my initial reflections on the previous weeks shenanigans....
1. Muppetry
There was quite a lot of this for me this year starting with that old favourite; going too fast from the gun, blowing up and then suffering horribly until I managed to recover. My guts seemed to rebel at the demands made by my legs and reacted in the only way they knew how - jamming solid and refusing to let go any energy. The corrieairyack was a study in misery and it was only by force of bone headed stupidity that I made it over the top....
I must also mention deciding to do this on single speed - what was I thinking?
Top score though was at the strath na sealga crossing. As per I removed (waterproof) socks, paddled across and refitted socks on the far side. Except I only had one sock. Looking back I noted the other one in the middle of the crossing, fortunately floating, but slowly drifting into the loch. Cue much splashing back in to retrieve it. Being waterproof it was full of water and the inner wooly sock was also soaked. I swapped socks every day so both feet got a chance to be wet...
2. Good Points
Actually a lot of these, inspite of the above, and the weather. It was dry on the first night - a first for me on the Highland Trail - which enabled a fine bivvy with Robbie L just out of Fort Augustus.
We had a tailwind most of the way round i.e. the wind kept changing but it was nearly always at our backs. This was a life saver. It probably also condemns me to headwinds for the rest of my cycling life.....
The bealach horn bit. It was pishing down, windy and bloody cold. The trail was saturated and I couldn't see much beyond the end of my nose but I really enjoyed the nadge fest this trail is. The weather also served as a motivator - I did the whole Horn section from the road and back in 3hrs 20 minutes, including a toilet stop.
Going single speed. As well as associated kudos due to Liam winning on a steel rigid singlespeed it was (at times) a hoot. Through all the boggy bits where I would be stressing about bunging gears with mud, I could just plough through. I also appeared to have smacked the derailleur hanger at some point so just as well there wasn't a derailleur on it!
The food - The FA pizza shop, the OBH and various other places were all operating as normal (ish) so we still had the great HT banter in these places. In particular the Poolewe hotel was very welcoming and the food ace after the epic of the great Wilderness.
Leaving the Spar shop at Lochinver at 16.50 and popping out at Ledmore at 20.05. I had the best motivation in the world - last orders at the OBH. I met Mike Toyn here (again) and it was good to get a chat and have a moan about the weather. Afterwards he said it was a real low spot for him and meeting me for a grumble helped his mood no end.
The new bit - as hard / harder and longer than the Coffin road / Dundonald climb but a great trail and amazing scenery.
Getting down the KLL descent clean (looks like they have done up a few bits now though)
Meeting Liam and his partner and Huw Oliver on the Devils Staircase descent and having a chat in the sun.
Finishing in warm sunshine side by side with Mike T.
3. The exceptional bit
On the descent into Poolewe out of Letterewe:- After a 'mixed' day weather wise and some hard going, me, Mike Toyn and John Fettes were riding this amazing narrow singletrack, it was dry, the sun was shining and the scenery stunning. Suddenly it all came together - after months of riding on my jack, there we were - three mates riding a fab descent, laughing out loud, going like hell and generally doing what mountainbikers do - hammering single track. Sitting in the sun scoffing huge amounts of food afterwards was the icing on the cake.
4. The not so good bits
The weather on Monday. It was raining horizontally to varying degrees (dense dreich to slashing rain) it was only a couple of degrees and I had one of the hardest bits of the route to do. At the start of the northern bit, if a taxi had happened by, I would have flagged it down and told it to take me out of there. Unfortunately there wasn't and scratching isn't really an option from this bit so no choice but to crack on...... Thank **** for Paramo.
Trying to persuade my ailing guts to get back on track. This lead me to perfect my 'going' technique, with the highlight (!) being on the Bealach horn route in rain, wind and no shelter.....
After the Euphoria of reaching the OBH on the Monday night, the realisation that I still had 350 k to go.....
5. The bike and gear
Was flawless - glad I went with my 3 season bag as I had 5 warm(ish) and dry nights kip. Being able to make a brew every morning as well as Beef Stroganoff for Thursday morning breakfast was a life saver. No probs with the bike although on day 1 I kept hearing a high pitched squeak everytime I hit a big bump. After much head scratching I realised it was coming from my mascot pink rubber rat (long story) - the bar roll was squashing it into the bars on a bump of a certain size, causing it to squeak. From then onwards I started categorising trail roughness on my squeak-ometer.
Pics:

The weather on the Bealach Horn

Totally amazing waterfall on the new bit

Mike T on 'The Crossing' (he has 36" legs apparently) It was just above knee depth for me and I did it twice!

Stunning view on the Tollie Path after a long day

Slug in boot - For all the hype, highs, lows, fame, fortune, suffering and jubilation, its still just a bikepacking trip.