Summer 2019

2019 was another great year in the mountains. It was a real mix of different rides and experiences. From training rides, to point to point trips, to large scale sportives, it really did have it all. We started off with a Velo Club Traverse weekend in May. This was a great way to get the legs back and explore new routes. Venturing out into the Bauges, which is the other side of Lake Annecy to us, we got ourselves all the way over to Mont Revard, with it’s stunning views over Lac du Bourget. An inspiring way to kick off the summer.

Stunning views from the top of Mont Revard

Shortly after, it was time to greet the Ripcor gang for another new route. This was a blinder. Treve, the bossman, asked me if we could do a Geneva to the sea route but miss out a lot of the mountains, others in the club wanted to do mountains, so a compromise was needed. The Cote du Rhone was born. This route loosely followed the Rhone to it’s end in the Mediterranean. In the mix, were a few optional add-on climbs, the Grand Colombier and Mont Ventoux. The former being in next year’s Tour de France route. The best thing about this trip was to see the group arriving in Geneva and heading straight out on their bikes from the airport on the excellent Swiss bike paths. It was a interesting twist to the way we normally start our rides.

Mixed weather going from Geneva to the sea, but they (almost) always wore a smile!

A few weeks later saw the return of the machine, Ivan, with his Bigfoot cycling buddies. These were quick uphill, and competitive. I decided to ride within myself to avoid the dark, dark place that their pace would have taken me. Joined as well by Richard, we did a long route up Semnoz, around Lake Annecy and back up and over the Croix Fry. They were all trying to get one over each other and it was rather amusing to see the state of the whole group when I wandered into the cafe at the top of the Croix Fry (a good 5 minutes behind them all). They looked like they had been to hell and back. White with all the salt and cramping. Bill had an uncontrollable twitching cheek and Ivan’s leg had a life of his own. Very amusing.

The Bigfoot Boys enjoing a well deserved dinner, aren’t we lucky with where we are?!

Richard stayed out another week and was met by his friend, Rudy and we also had Rob out. Richard paid for the earlier exertions and struggled to match Rudy as they were trying to prepare for the Grand Fondo Maratona. Rob and I cycled out to Beaufort and back, a route with zero metres of flat. It gave Rob the confidence that he could master the Maratona. As became customary over this summer, we all refuelled with pasta at the new Lucia’s restaurant in Saint Jean.

Richard enjoying the views from the Saleve back across to Annecy

Next was our Velo Club Traverse’s trip to the Maratona, in the Italian Dolomites. 20 of us went over to Alta Badia to join the 4000 participants from all across the globe. Nearly 140km and over 4000m of climbing meant that this was a long day in the saddle, but the stunning scenery and fantastic atmosphere helped everyone around. VCT is turning into such a nice group, with everybody getting along. It felt like a real team effort. Need to work out our next target event now!

Some of the Maratona Team preparing for the sportive!

Nerves or Excitement?

After the Maratona, we had an August of visits of small groups and individuals, which was a great excuse to do more cycling. We also managed to get a team of 4 to enter the Belier in La Clusaz, a trail run throughout the mountains. We did the relay version of the marathon, which meant 21km each, it again, was a great atmosphere and one that we will certainly repeat next year.

August was spent on our local roads - Matt is enjoying his new kit and views of Mont Blanc on the Aravis

September saw our “electric bike take” on our Cheese Classic route - the Cheese eClassic. The first time that we have done a point to point with eBikes. As a lot of you know, it is a super route and leant itself well to eBikes. Spare batteries meant that the distances could be covered throughout the day and there was no range anxiety, which has been a problem in the past. eBikes are just fantastic at opening up the mountains to people that would not normally be able to do it. If you are a cyclist, and have friends and family who want to join you, then get them an eBike. I cycled up the Cormet de Roseland with the group, I went full gas and was only just keeping up, it was great to be paced though (a little bit like the guys in the Kirin on the track!).

eBikes can get you to some rather stunning places

A Cheese eClassic lunch spot - fantastic September sun

We were soon packing again for a trip to Italy, this time to Como for the Gran Fondo Il Lombardia. A group of 8 of us. The weekend consisted of pizza, pasta, watching the pro race and then doing the event. Our hotel in Como was perfectly positioned for the finish, we could see the last climb, stroll to see the finish and then look around all the team buses seeing the riders and trying to blag a water bottle or two. Then it was our turn. The route was a short (ish), punchy affair. It was fast too, being swept along by groups of Italians. 110km and 2000m of climbing does not sound too much, but then there is the Muro di Sormano - 1.5km with gradients up to 25%, wall by name, wall by nature! I am sure that we will go back next year!

Mixing it with the pros in Como during the Lombardi weekend

It was straight back and out the door again to drive north to our final weekend of the year. All the way up in Flanders, Belgium. There were 23 of us for our Belgium Classic. Oudenaarde is a town steeped in cycling history and we based ourselves out of the cycling museum there. A change from our usual Alpine routes but as they say, a change is as good as a rest… anyways, it was ace! The cobbled climbs are short but intense, you can see why the classics are so popular. It is certainly advisable to tighten up all the screws on your bike! I have to say the the Mur de Geraardsbergen was very special! The Paterburg climb was just insane. But all these climbs are relatively short so the pain does not last that long!

Olly, who has been of great help during the summer, giving it to the cobbles

Getting ready to leave Oudenaarde and hit the iconic cylcing landmarks of Flanders

Thank you to everyone who has come out to visit us this summer, it truly has been a blast, as I look out the window at the snow falling on all of the cols here in the Alps, I realise that the bike will be in hibernation for a while. Oh well, at least we can ski!

Norway Lodge 2019

We have now descended upon the Lyngen Peninsula every April for 6 years. As the time passes, the mountains and fjords remain magical. It is not only immense fun to visit these Alpine-like mountains, coming out of the Arctic sea, but it is a step away from reality. It is a more relaxed beat: wake, eat, ski, sauna, shower, eat, drink, sleep. It is physically challenging, but mentally relaxing. For the regulars, it is the transition from winter to summer, for the people that visit it just the once, it is an experience never to forget. A snowy wilderness that words (well certainly not mine) cannot begin to describe.

This year, we had 18 people during the first week of April. Working alongside Snoworks, we provided guiding packages as well as individual packages. It merged into three groups going out each day and coming back together to discuss the snow over dinner. Luckily enough too, we had the free spectacular of the Northern Lights.

I have managed to nab some pictures from Tom, who has captured the essence of the week brilliantly.

Lyngen certainly delivered this year! Thanks to Tom for some of these pictutres

Kyrgyzstan

When I was first told about Kyrgyzstan’s skiing potential, I was a little sceptical. I thought yeah, it would be an adventure but probably not worth the hassle. I was thinking that it would be challenging to access, difficult to communicate and a lot of hard work for mediocre skiing. But the seed was sown and an idea for a trip was growing. More pictures, more videos, more reading later, I thought, yeah I think that Marjolein and I would love this.

I must admit, before researching for the trip, I did not know exactly where it was. Nestled underneath Kazakhstan and next to China, it is extremely mountainous with peaks rising to over 7000m. Meaning that the “foothills” that we were planning to play in, were between 2000 and 3000m, not bad at all by our European standards. The plan for the holiday was a simple one, get up the mountain by any means possible; with that in mind, we booked catskis, skidoos, lift passes, took touring skis and also checked in with a herdsman and his horses!

Well it is one way to get up a mountain!

Our first destination after a stopover in Istanbul was the Suusamyr Valley, on the Southern side of the Too Ashuu. It was a little bit worrying as there was a distinct lack of snow even as we were climbing to the tunnel that cut underneath the pass of over 3000m. We shouldn’t have worried, as we emerged out to a white, mountainous, snowy vista. It was magnificent, even for Marjolein and I, who live in the mountains.

Destination 1: Suusamyr Lodge, middle of nowhere. Azret and his family run this very cool set up where we were staying for 3 nights. He has imported 2 snowcats from Europe which he uses to ferry the guests up the mountain for a ski down. This means that the 10 or so people in his lodge are the only ones who access the mountains. We were probably about 3 days too late for the best snow, but it was great fun nonetheless. He has a rest on Sundays so we both went for a ski tour. We battled our way up, breaking tail through very deep powder. Sat eating our lunch at the top, we debated whether we were technically in the wilderness or not. Either way, there was nobody else around for miles. Being cautious of avalanches, we chose a safe way down. Perhaps in hindsight, a little too safe as we could hardly move-  still, it was a great adventure.

Wilderness! Those tracks are made by the Catski - only evidence of humans

Destination 2: Karakol, East Kyrgyzstan. We had a casual 8 hour transfer from the lodge to the town of Karakol at the far end of the huge Issyk Kul lake. It was an interesting drive and we got to stop of at some hot springs, which were hot. It also had a pool with those fish that nimble at your feet. For a few £s, we had a go at this. The guy allowed us to sit in, up to our necks, whilst the fish fed on our skin cells. A weird experience!

The look of fear and anticipation as the fish start to gather

We stayed in a lovely guesthouse in Karakol and our arrival coincided with some snow. Not wanting to risk anything adventurous, we headed for the local ski area which consisted of 4 lifts (one clearly bought from Les Menuires!). The pistes were in good condition and it was not that busy. The restaurant was amazing with some great food, sort of Asia meets Russia- really delicious and perfect for lunch on a snowyBy this point we were about a week into Kyrgyzstan, and we were hooked. The people are all amazingly friendly and genuinely so. They were not desperate to please tourists but happy to do so. The food was great value and very tasty. And, a pint of beer was less than a euro. We did not know though, that the best was still to come.

Euro beers!

We planned to go to the Jurgalan Valley, it is based around an old Soviet mining village which saw a rapid decline after the collapse of the Union. Houses devalued so quickly that people started to break them down and sell the building materials to survive. Now, after some initiative from a handful of locals, it is trying to develop as a skiing and hiking destination. Like with the mining, it certainly has the natural resources for this.

Another way to get yourselves up the mountain!

En route, we stopped off at a tiny village where we met Omurbek and his family. They are herdsmen and foresters who have turned their hand at allowing people like use to ride up on their horses, fully kitted up with skis to then ride back down to their house. They must think that we are bonkers. Yet another ridiculous experience followed by a hearty meal cooked by his wife….. the simple things in life.

Great hospitality, leaving the ranch with full stomachs

Arriving at the Yurt Camp, we had some time to kill so we went for a stroll around the village and then tested out the sauna tent. It was a tent with a fire in! It worked surprisingly well and once you removed the thought of canvas being flammable, it was rather relaxing. The camp is run by Russians, 3 sleeping yurts and a central kitchen and dining yurt. We settlde down to a lovely BBQ for dinner with the other guests. Getting rather excited for the next day.

You cannot go to Kyrgyzstan and not stay in a Yurt

The best day that I have ever had on skis! It turns out that all you need is a skidoo, a crazy Russian and an empty mountain covered in snow. It was epic-  a skidoo lift through the village and into the mountains. We then lapped a great area with open powder fields and tree lines. When we needed a rest, we just asked the driver to stop, simple! It was action- packed and exhilarating.

By far my best ever day on skis

After a night in the Yurts, we went to check out the Guest House in the village. A hot shower was welcomed and we got an early night as we were going for a ski tour for our final day skiing in this amazing country.

We headed straight out of the Guest House, following a touring track up the mountain directly behind. This was advisable, the snow was so deep that breaking trail would have been exhausting. The track took us up around the back and then we saw the fresh lines that the previous group had. We wanted fresh lines ourselves. And as this is such an expansive range, we just had to break trail up to the next summit; it was wonderful. We felt so isolated in this enchanting place. Snow twinkling, we reached our summit- we had to dig out a hole to sit in, the snow was so deep. We then had an untracked slope to play on, back to the village. The skidoo day was the best day on skis, and this was the best tour that we have ever done. So the conclusion must be that this is one of the best places in the world. 

Ski touring is certainly the best way to get away from it all

Frothing from all this excitement, we went back to Karakol to spend an evening remembering all the best parts of the trip and enjoying yet another feast. Before we headed back to the capital, we had the chance to visit the Sunday morning animal market. Quite a sight, busy, noisy and smelly- a true insight into Kyrgyz lifestyle.

We did not go hungry

Our final day would be sight seeing in the capital, Bishkek. A must, but a far cry from the Winter Wonderland in the Jurgalan Valley.

Same time, same place next year! Fancy joining? Email me, michael@traversearavis.com to express your early interest.

Season 2018

It has been a busy season so far in 2018. It has been thoroughly enjoyable but it has meant that rather than doing weekly write ups of what has gone down, I am putting it all together in an end of season report.

We started way back in May. Shortly after our decamp to Norway for April, we were back for two weekends based around our home, the Aravis.  We first had the Brighton Brigade out- Olly, James, Matt, Tim and Justin. Although most of the roads were open, the heavy winter meant that the Col de la Colombiere was yet to open, but with two mountain bikers in the group, we decided to head up. The snow was patchy so we could weave our way up until the final 500m where it was bike on the shoulder time. Still, whatever the conditions, this will remain one of my favourites.

First adventure of the season. Blue skies for most of the weekend mind.

The warm temperatures kicked in (and stayed in for the whole summer) and by the end of the month, with our second group out, Kelly, Liza, Nathalie, Euan, Ivan, Stephen, Mark and Matt, we took over 4 apartments and were in for a treat. A trip down to Faverges and into the Bauges was in order. The foothills of the Alps, the Bauges is a wild area with plentiful views and greenery, even in the early season. This long day out involved a steep, bitey climb up to Cohennoz. With the prospect of the Tour and the Etape du Tour coming to the region, it would have been rude not to check out these climbs as well. The Plateau des Glieres, was once a sleepy backroad that not many people knew about. We did this on both occasions and there was a real buzz, with many two wheelers testing it out.

Late Spring - the time of year that everyone and everything comes out to play

It was then a real change of scene for the beginning of June where we helped the Ripcor Crew make it from London to Brussels. I was a little apprehensive about doing this, no mountains! But, it has to be said, it was so enjoyable. Cycling onto the ferry, visiting (and cycling around) the Roubaix Velodrome and seeing two bussling cities in Lille and Brussels were highlights. We even had Paul take a detour into the canal. As usual though, the Ripcor banter was in full flow.

One of the highlights of the season, riding on the Roubaix Velodrome

It was a flight back and straight into another new region for us. We had the Rank Team out with Nick, Chris, Titch, Gemma, Sarah, Ron, Paul and David. This Jura Adventure looped directly out of Geneva. It left the busier tourist routes and took in the Grand Colombier climb, not easy but stunning views. Then from Lac Bouget to Lake Annecy, before climbing over the Saleve down to Lake Geneva. What made this such a beautiful route was that every climb gave way to views of the whole route, amazing to see where we had been and where we were heading. Just a note to Ron, watch the road and not your Garmin!

Nick, King of the Jura

A week off, meant some cycling for myself before welcoming the boys from Wimbledon out. This rabble of 13 were a mixed ability group but everyone had it in them to complete some epic routes. Again, we show -cased the Tour de France stage, doing the Croix Fry, Colombiere and Plateau des Glieres. Everybody loved Fred’s hospitality at the Hotel Beau Site, enjoying some massages, spas, swimming and a few beers!

The Wimbledon Boys other looking the stunning Lake Annecy after the sharp climb up the Forclaz

Then it was the start of what made 2018 so special. Everytime I was out locally on the bike, people would say are you training for the Etape. This is the Etape du Tour – a sportive for 15000 cyclists which follows one of the stages of the Tour de France each year. This year, the start was in Annecy and finish in Le Grand Bornand, metres from the house. We had a great turn out providing logistics and support for 50 cyclists. It was a belter of a weekend and the atmosphere was electric. Watching endless streams of cyclists pass the end of the road was mesmerising. Every one of our group did brilliantly, but it has to be said a special shout out to Mark, who, when he first came on our Geneva to Nice challenge 4 years ago, was a bit out of his depth. He entered the Etape and I thought that he might be pushing his luck, but a winter of training and hard work has transformed him as a cyclist. Chapeau Mark!

Steve crossing the line of the Etape du Tour, unbelievable to see our home transformed for the day

That was that, and two days later, was a trip to Bormio, for our annual Traverso trip. It was the Brighton Boys’ time to tackle the Stelvio, Gavia and Mortirolo. Most were on our Pyrenees trip last year so I knew that a fun weekend was in store. Everyone had upped their game this year! Supporting them was pretty easy but curbing the enthusiasm of the ring leader, Tom, at the bar was a bit more demanding. Needless to say, Tim J was not the man to help on that one! I say it every year, but the mini-Stelvio is one of my favourite climbs and this year, we finished it off with a trip to the “secret” hot springs.

Bormio, our home from home!

Coming back on the Monday, which was a rest day on the Tour de France, meant that we had time to watch the actual pro stage of the Tour as it passed on the Tuesday. I was keen to see some climbing action and also the finish in Grand Bornand. The only way to do this on closed roads is by bike, so we went to the first few bends of the Plateau des Glieres, where we were lucky enough to see a nutter on a mountain bike gap the road directly over the peloton. Impressive stuff. Then as a group of about 10 of us, we hot- footed back up to the finish where we saw Alaphillipe bring home the stage win. I wondered what the area would be like after all this buzz.

Some nut-job jumping over Team Sky as they lead the Peloton up to the plateau

I then had the pleasure of hosting David, an old buddy, from Pannier.cc where we spent a weekend working out the logistics and some routes for a Gravel weekend that he is keen to put on next year. It was lovely to get off the tarmac for the weekend, we could even take the dog. Zola loved it!

August is always a quieter time for us, the high season means that accommodation is harder to come by for groups so we tend to step it down a notch. This meant that we could host Sue, Lorraine, Kate and Barry for an e-Bike weekend. This is a revolution, which is not really televised! It opens the routes up to so many more people, and is a fantastic sensation. We took on all the classics of the area, checked out new coffee shops in Manigod and even passed the gravel road from the Arpettaz to Aravis (which was a little more up and down then I thought), fantastic Mont Blanc vistas though.

eBikes - part of the revolution

Now we have one more group out here for a week in September, a weekend in Girona and our Velo Club Traverse end of season bash in October. Then its time for a bit of skiing!

Velo Club Traverse is my new concept which I have been pushing this summer, I already have 45 members and I am hoping that it will capture the essence of what I do more. I am not a big tour operator looking for big numbers, I would rather have a tight community that regularly do enough pedalling around together in search of challenges, that can justify a coffee and the odd beer. With this in mind, I have just finished my coaching qualification so able to offer members training programs to get you up to speed for the mountain. Please check it all out at traverse.vc

Come join the club - traverse.vc

Traverse Mallorca

Where in Europe would you go cycling? If you are into climbing then there are a few classics, the French Alps, the Dolomites, the Pyrenees and perhaps strangely, a mountainous island in the middle of the Mediterranean, Mallorca. Having put on trips to all these, bar Mallorca, we thought it about time to check it out.

The boys from Ripcor were super keen along with Andrew, Olly, Matt and Joe. We had a solid team of 13. It maybe unlucky for some, but the moment that I arrived with the van a week before, I knew that Mallorca would be a great venue for a cycling weekend.

Port de Pollensa, our base for the weekend

What is obvious about Mallorca is that if you are there to climb, then it is certainly quality rather than quantity. This makes route planning particularly easy. The southern part of the Island is rather flat with a few Puigs sticking up here and there, it is capped with a mountainous ridge that runs across the northern part, East to West.

In terms of location, there are plenty of small towns and villages with cosy bars and hotels across the mountains but it certainly seems a shame to come to the Mediterranean and not be in a town near the sea. We went for Port de Pollensa and the DUVA hotel, which is set up for cyclists; something to mention, is that cyclists are like a plague in Mallorca. They cover the roads, leading to a daily Sportive atmosphere- it is quite something.

The first day was a warm up, out to Cap de Formentor. Franco, the Ripcor / Traverse liaison officer for this trip, was worried that it was short but with two long days ahead, this punchy ride out to the most Eastern tip was a perfect way to get the mountain legs back. We had coffee and cake at the lighthouse and then back to Port de Pollensa. Most of Team Ripcor then spent they time rehydrating by the sea. Rosé is stacked with electrolytes apparently!

The peloton on smooth wide roads

With a good warm up but bad preparation, it was time to hit the first mountain loop. Neil Ralphson was first at the meeting point but I think it was more in body than in mind. Out through Campanet to Caimari, where we stopped at the nicest cyclists’ café that I have been to , Sa Ruta Verda. The Norweigan owner who ran it until 31st October, before decamping each winter to the Alps to ski all day long, was super excited to have us there. There were some great t-shirts which meant that a return was in order, to grab some. Peace and Love.

Everyone was up for the climb up to Lluc; it was a steady gradient. At the top, a text from Swabes which simply said “Puncture” had me wondering whether he wanted me to help or that he was slightly delayed. Being a bike mechanic, I thought that he would have the skills to fix it, I turned around and drove down to find out that it was actually Beautiful Steve who had the problem and he was there pumping away with Paul nattering in his ear. I gave him my big one so that he could finish off and then they made their way back up.

We were heading for the Tunel de Monnaber, under the Puig Major, Mallorca’s highest peak. Unfortunately, Matt’s health was deteriorating and he was feeling rather ill, Joe held back to keep him company but he was really struggling and decided to get in the van for the descent. He was most grateful of Joe’s company and I think that Joe has won a new friend there!

Half way back down, we stopped for lunch by the reservoir. It was quite hard to believe that it was Mid October as we picnicked in our shorts and t-shirts, it was becoming quite obvious that Mallorca is the go to destination for Spring and Autumn training camps. A drone made an appearance from the van and we are all looking forward to seeing the edited footage of our picturesque spot.

And the winner is...

Day 3 was the one people came for, another loop out into the Tramuntana mountain range and a descent down to Sa Calobra, a picturesque harbour, nestled in the cliffs in the north of the island. There is only one road down to it, so you need to descend what you are about to climb. This means that the climb is less of a surprise but still, nonetheless, beautiful for it. Sa Calobra is to Majorca what Alpe d’Huez is to France and the Stelvio is to Italy, it’s iconic. It is shorter than its mainland cousins but packed full of views, switch backs and ramps. It is a perfect shorter climb that everyone can enjoy. Andy W shot up and left everyone wondering whether he really has had a hip replacement or if it is all a charade.

Mmmm....

To avoid the hassle of coaches, I had left the car at the top and cycled down too (an excuse to do the climb really). I had decided to try and go quickly but set off too fast and was suffering on the last 3 km. This is when Andrew Barber’s white helmet appeared behind me and all the bends meant that I had a perfect view of him catching me- quite frustrating.

It must be said, that I cannot quite believe how quickly Speed Steve has become. However, any advantage that he has gained from his ascending skills is quickly lost as he descends terribly! The two little Neils were on form and the big guns, Franco, Gordon, Alastair, and Steve were being chased by some scandi roller skaters getting ready for the Cross Country Ski season. They were making plans to do their own trip out south to a velodrome on Day 4, a chance to get their rouleur legs going. Alastair could not hide his excitement; he certainly is the General of the peloton and he and Olly paced the group back home- not before stopping out our favourite café for a coffee and a t-shirt buying extravaganza. Our mate will be able to buy a few more Vin Chauds in the mountains after our visit!

Two groups went out on Day 4. The Ripcor lot went down to Sineu to a velodrome whereas the rest of us, joined by Marjolein, went up to Santa Magdalena, which is a lovely loop with a short 2.5km switch back climb, to a convent, with a café and views across the Pollensa bay. Unfortunately, the café was closed so we ended up in the main square of Sa Pobla to get our caffeine kick.

We regrouped with Ripcor at the hotel in time to get the rental bikes back to the various shops, the quality of every bike was impressive and a great option compared to the hassle of bringing your own. Off everyone went on their return flights, refreshed from some cycling and sun. I on the other hand was staying out for another week, I felt very lucky to be exploring this island a little bit more. We will definitely be coming back next October!  

Sunning views to finish a fabulous weekend

Video by Paul Swabey - thanks! 

The eCheese

We like to experiment and try new things. There have been a few times this summer where we have had some people giving an electric bike a try. These eBikes are phenomenal. They certainly are not going to replace the trusty road bike or mountain bike but they open up a whole new world for people- we are impressed!

So much so, that we decided to run a weekend, solely for eBikes. The eCheese was going to follow our Cheese Classic route but, with some reflection, we decided that it would be better to base ourselves centrally and test a variety of routes, out from Saint Jean de Sixt. Afterall, it is new to us and we did not know about the range,  the speed or people’s descending abilities.

One of the best views... ever!

As usual for our weekend format, it was a Thursday and we welcomed our guests at Geneva Airport. Gayleen, Sue, Robert and Steve were our riders and their friends Liz and Julia were out for moral support and a bit of mountain lifestyle experience. The weather was not looking great but sunny windows were in the forecast and the first day was going to be a stunner. Therefore, we ditched the warm up day idea and went straight for the loop around Lake Annecy via the Col de la Forclaz. For people new to the area, this is a must, with the stunning views over the crystal blue waters.

The Forclaz on a normal bike is difficult, 7km with a steep final 3. This final section is demoralising and energy sapping- not on an eBike. The little bit of assistance, meant that the group, although not unfit, of newbies to the mountains, could enjoy their ascent without ruining themselves. They were beaming at the top- who wouldn’t be with the view?

Hard work done! Lake cycle to come

The range of the batteries was on my mind, and to help this (it was going to be a full day), I bought along all the adapters and an extension cable, so that, whilst we lunched on the Forclaz, the bikes were being topped up from the restaurant too. They were not fully charged but enough not to be worried about the day ahead.

Down we went, with the comfortable position of the bikes (mountain bikes) and the disc brakes, even Sue, who was most nervous of mountain descents, made it down to the bottom without any trouble and onto the cycle path back to the lake. All the little lumps in the profile, like the drag out of Talloires which are normally soul destroying, after a long day on the road bike, were taken in people’s stride. Well, Gayleen being the stubborn martharon runner type, refused to put it on anything above eco, but nontheless made it, albeit, a little slower than the others. Steve and Robert started in this vein but soon couldn’t help themselves with the + button. Who can blame them? I tried, and well, it is just fun!

The Cheese Part!

We went for a coffee and a swim in the lake at Menthon which was a welcomed cool down and then it was the final leg back up to Saint Jean. No waiting around for these guys! Back up at the top, and we had a quick-ish turnaround to get ourselves to La Ferme restaurant overlooking La Clusaz witheveryone hooked.

Lovely spot to warm up on the one wet, wet day

Saturday was a wet day on the morning out. When thinking of routes, it dawned on me that they were on mountain bikes so we could think outside of our usual box. We went up the valley through La Clusaz to Les Confins. At the top is a lovely café that we stopped in and then we hit the dirt road around the back of Mount Danay which drops us back into the Grand Bornand Valley. Just as the tarmac reappears, is a mountain refuge which, as it was now pouring, was a great hot chocolate spot. With the weather and the route, this felt more like a day’s skiing. It was a curtailed day but a full morning nonetheless and everybody had tried something a little different. An adventure!

They will go anywhere you want! 

The final two days were back on the road and we managed to miss most of the showers that came and went. It was a chance to complete all the road Cols of our area, the Colombiere from the long side on the Sunday and the Aravis and Croix Fry on the Monday.

The E TEAM!

Electric bikes are not for all, of course, for the cycling enthusiast, they will never go out on an eBIke instead of their road machine but it really does open up the whole mountain for those who do not spend their lives in the saddle and want to experience the fresh air and stunning vistas that this area has to offer. It is also great for people with varying fitness to enjoy things together, a fit Col Collector could enjoy the mountain with their partner, children or parents. The revolution will be electrified! 

The Ripcor Cheese Classic

The Mamils from Ripcor have been coming out to the Alps with us for over 4 years now. Each time, we found a central base for them to explore some climbs. This year, we decided that it was time to do a point to point trip and our Cheese Classic route suited them down to the ground. We snake our way through the meadows and mountains that are responsible for the creating the delicious mountain cheeses. It is a route that is achievable but challenging nonetheless.

Setting off for the mountains and cheese

They cannot be described as a group of Mamils any longer (Middle Aged Men in Lycra), for the simple fact that Bevis is in his twenties, Yvonne and Nicki are not Men and perhaps some of the group are moving out of the middle-aged category. But whatever they would describe themselves as, they are a fun, energetic and enthusiastic and it is always a weekend that I look forward too.

Arriving in Geneva, we went to the first hotel, unloaded bikes and whisked the boxes away in the second van. These would be reunited in Annecy. Typically, Jerry, had a problem with his headset that our man, James could help with. A late BBQ and we were all set for the days ahead.

The team winding its way up the Col du Corbier

The weather was stunning throughout and the ride out of the hotel (which is in France just north of Geneva), through the flat, fertile fields gives (in my opinion) one of the best views of the French Alps. It was not long though, perhaps 3 minutes, before their first mechanical. Leigh, have somehow, bolted his gear cables under his stem post. It is a good job that he has taken up an apprenticeship at his local bike shop, a few more months and he will have it nailed!The first stage to Abondance is relatively flat. Stopping off at the shores of Lake Geneva for a coffee and then entering the Alps through rafting country before the lunch stop. It is then just a small hill. It is the shortest day but an excellent way to get the legs used to mountain pace. The 14th July is Bastille Day in France, and Abondance had its own little party just across the street from the hotel. So after dinner, the group went across to dance the night away to a questionable band. Phil and Bevis were left clearing up the tables. Phil never learns! This made the hardest day, a little harder.

Stage 2 starts with the Col du Corbier, a lovely switch back climb up into the Morzine valley, then it is out to Les Gets where we had lunch in the friends of Gary and Nick. Gilly and Dave had a few cold drinks ready for us and the group could fuel up for the Col de la Colombiere. Well that is what they thought. I decided to give half the group a little bit of an extra challenge. The Col du Romme, a steep bugger. Comes out above Le Reposoir where you re-join the Colombiere. The first kilometre is 11% and starts immediately from the valley floor. It is almost as if the climb is saying “hello, I am here!”.

Fuelled by alpine cheese!

Nicki, Yvonne, Leigh, Phil and Chris were more than happy to “just do” the Colombiere. Phil and Chris pushed on and the others took advantage of a coffee stop in Le Reposoir. As much as you can on a mountain climb, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Peter was certainly enjoying his new bike and it seems like he got another pair of legs too. He was mightily impressive throughout the weekend.

John, who was doing so well, had a blew up on the Colombiere. It is a difficult climb. You are eased into the last 7km and think that you are doing so well. You get to the 3km to go marker and see the top. Then it hits you. It is steep and hot and is the big challenge of the weekend. If you complete this 3km then you complete the weekend, it is as simple as this. John made it, but he looked terrible at the top! That is what it is about though, pushing through the pain. Chapeau. We were entering Reblochon country so tartiflette was on the menu, great for refuelling after such an effort.

A little extra, the Col du Romme

Stage 3 meant leaving behind Reblochon and heading towards Beaufort. The Col des Aravis followed by the Col des Saisies. These are both similar climbs with Saisies being a little longer. They rise through Alpine meadows littered with chairlifts that come to life in the winter. Bevis, who was constantly being told that his youth was the reason for his speed, got a taste of his own medicine. A 14 year old got on his wheel and no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake him. Nicki woke up with sore knees but showed her metal and resilience and made it up over both.

We arrived in Beaufort with the chance to do the optional climb to the Cormet du Roseland. Peter was determined as he opted out last time. Yvonne was more than happy to find a sunbathing spot, she has after all spent three days in the Alps. Leigh went for the recovery option and was soon followed by Phil. They had a special drink to aid this. Nicki went on the look out some cheese.

The cool down

The rest headed up. It is a fantastic climb of two section. Split by the flat section around the reservoir. Once you make it here, it is a shortish push up to the top. Starting in the woods is welcomed on a hot day and then it really opens up to the high alpine slopes. A tell-tale sign that you are high is the squeaking sounds of marmottes. Peter, Nick and Jerry took it easy, grabbed an ice-cream at the reservoir and then made it up. Bevis and Gary paced it up and Chris showed his true cycling abilities and made it up in a great time.

Now this is what we came for!

A truly great weekend, the weather was perfect and the ride out to Annecy with a celebratory bottle of rose really topped it off. I hope that it was a memorable weekend for all. Thanks to Nicki, Yvonne, Bevis, Chris, Gary, Jerry, John, Leigh, Nick, Peter and Phil – you all bossed it. 

And with that, the last climb done - its Rosé time!

Tour des Criminels

And we were off again! This time to the Pyrenees to a tour which followed the same route as the first time that the Tour visited the mountains in 1910. “Assassins”, was what, the then leader, shouted as he struggled over the top of the third mountain pass of the day and, still not half way. There was born our idea to stage the Tour des Criminels, reliving this route.

Heart of the Tour de France! 

Without wanting bad feelings set upon ourselves, as in the original stage, we decided to tackle the 300km route over 3 days rather than in one long slog. It was with great excitement that we left the Alps behind for the spa town, in the heart of the Pyrenees, Bagneres du Luchon.

The group of 17 arrived at Toulouse Airport on the Thursday afternoon and jumped on our transfer to our first hotel. They were greeted with welcome packs and a hearty meal provided by the hotel. Paul, in his usual manner, made his own convoluted way to Luchon across the Spanish border and arrived near midnight with just enough clothes to last him a morning! He was ready.

3,2,1... allez, allez, allez

Everybody was in good spirits, despite the forecast of rain over the weekend. Sunny spells were also predicted. That is why we set off as early as possible on the Friday for the first two cols – Pyresourde and Aspin. A stunning route, this was our shortest and probably easiest day but perfect to find the climbing legs and pace. Rob struggled with his knee on the Aspin and I feared that he would be in the car for the weekend but he pushed through and was fine for the rest of the weekend.

Luckily, the rain began just as we arrived at our first hotel in Saint Marie de Campan. As we started early and it was the shortest day, this meant that we could have lunch in the hotel. Then I had the chance to do a cheeky ride up the Tourmalet. Ivan decided to join. Full of duck, he burped and belched his way up. It was a good opportunity to remind us of the steep, difficult section up to La Mongie, a purpose built ski resort, with 5 km to go.

Ivan making his homage

Even though the group was evenly matched, there were some differences in speed so we had two “set off” groups the following day to try to keep the group together. It worked well. Although David had to come back with a mechanical fault so he was on the spare bike (the change time would have annoyed Froomey but we were not racing!)

Tim had brought Ginny out for her first experience in the mountains. He was excited about the challenge of trying to catch her as she was off in the first wave. He really did underestimate her strength on the bike. He did not stand a chance! Unfortunately, the weather took a turn for the worse and the rain came in. At altitude, it got cold too. A challenging day was ahead. Nick, who feels the cold, had to jump into the van at the top with the blowers on max. Marjolein’s hands had turned to blocks. It was time to get off the Tourmalet.

The GC contenders...

Then came the battle of making the descent with the freezing temperatures. The plan was to stop in the first café to have a hot chocolate or two. Everyone made it, well except for the token American, Tanner, who shot right past! He soon realised and I went to pick him up.

Stunning, Ery, Aubisque

The Col d’Ausbisque is not too steep but ridiculously long. Jon and Moray did their best to stick behind Ivan out on the front, whereas Tom was struggling a little. With some gentle encouragement, he pushed through and made it to the top, a great display of determination, very impressive. It has to be noted that Liza has made great improvements over the last few years and she is convinced that it is due to a change of bike shoe, I think she is understating how fit she has become.

Looks like we were not the only ones who enjoy the rain

The last stage into Bayonne is a rolling affair with enough ups for it to be challenging. It started badly, with Dermott arriving at breakfast dressed to un-impress – his bike fashion sense is questionable.

This was a complete contrast to the previous two days and it is this variety that I think made this route so enjoyable. Steven finally got his kit back from the airline (he borrowed everything for the first two days) and, with this, he was away. There is the small affair of the Col d’Ostrich – a short climb but a climb nonetheless. As we drove on ahead to set up lunch, I could not contain my excitement as 3 Pyrenean vultures flew over the road and off into the distance.

Last Col, tick!

There was just one incident to speak of on the way into Bayonne, just 10km from the finish. Everyone was cycling together, spirits were high when Matt H slipped and fell which meant that Rob had no choice but to flip over him – real Tour de France style. Everyone was fine with a few bruises and grazes. However, Matt P had leant his buddy a nice cycling top – this was ruined! Up everyone got and with a bit more caution, cycled into Bayonne. Mission accomplished, and to think, those boys did it in one day, on heavy bikes and unpaved roads, over 100 years ago. That’s impressive as was the effort by everyone of our Criminel Team!

Thanks to Ginny, Tim, Rob, Matt, Matt, Tom, Tanner, Dermott, Liza, Paul, David, Stephen, Ivan, Marjolein, Jon, Moray and Nick for making the weekend so much fun and Sue for all her help in the van.

Rank Trip

The middle weekend of June saw a visit from a group of cyclists from the Rank Group, these were joined by Tim and the two Matt’s who were out for a cheeky training weekend before our Tour des Criminels, in the Pyrenees at the end of the month. A typical Thursday to Monday, long weekend, gives everyone enough time to get their cycling legs and do a few outings. Nick, the group leader had two requirements, lunch in Flumet and lunch by Lake Annecy. Now this is something that we can sort!

Blueness

It so happens, that on their visit last year, we experienced Brexit and this year, was the General Election’s turn to keep the conversation flowing. The two Geordies, Chris and Ian were particularly pleased with the outcome. So with Corbyn chat we went on a spin of our own. Out, over the Aravis, up the Saisies and then omelettes in Flumet. The restaurant there is a must. Lots like a dive from the outside but go in and onto the terrace at the back and you realise that you are suspended over a gorge with stunning views and what seems like an endless bowl of chips.

Then we had to prise ourselves off our seats and attempt to get back over the Aravis. A three col day, not bad! This is when I feel pretty smug that I am in the support van! The day was difficult and conquered by all. However, the next day, the lure of an electric bike was too much for Lyn. I went and did a quick swap and before you could say “mechanical doping”, she was off. The biggest smile of the weekend. I have to say that these bikes are a game changer. They still require you to pedal but make the mountains accessible to all and means that everybody can enjoy the day without feeling left behind or holding people up. Look out for our e-Cheese Classic in September.

A little shade whilst we regrouped

Day 2 was a trip out over the Croix Fry and a loop back around to Menthon, on the shores of the lake. The hardest thing of the day was the heat. But everybody made it. Swimming gear in the van meant that most could enjoy a swim. It was the first, proper time that Gemma cycled in the mountains and although tough, she gave it a great shot. As did Ron, however on the way back from the Lake, Nick and I pointed out that perhaps he should move into the big front cog for the flats and downs. After which, he was flying!

Gemma getting used to the descents! 

It is one of the highlights of living out in the Alps when a professional race comes through. Last year was the tour, this year the Criterium du Dauphine. The warm up race for the tour sees the big guns out. Froome, Porte, Aru etc, etc. And this year, this Sunday, it was the final stage and in our back yard. Off we cycled to the finish. The problem was, this was at the Plateua du Solaison, a brutally steep 11km. But with the festival feeling already in full flow, the km went by quickly, albeit painfully. A special shout out should go out to Paul who vastly improved since last year, amazing what a few miles can do.

The Matts watching the Criterium amongst the team cars

We reconvened at the finish. There was a big screen, marquees, bars, sound systems to enjoy. We settled in to watch how it should be done. It should be mentioned that whilst enjoying our BBQ in one of the marquee’s, there was an almighty bang and a puff of smoke. It was so hot that David’s inner tube had exploded! Always keep your bike shade!

The scene of the explosion, David's tyre just couldn't handle the heat

With the excitement mounting due to the fact we could follow the race on the big screen, everybody gathered right by the finish line to witness Jacob Fuglsang pip Riche Porte to the overall win. It was an excellent day, one of my best on a bike. Afterwards, we had a stroll around the team cars, asking if we could swap bikes! We then headed bike to Saint Jean. Oh did anyone mention that we had to ascend the Col de la Colombiere!!!

What another cracker of a weekend!

Traverso 2017

We were excited to yet again have the privilege to make our way over to the Mecca of Italian cycling, Bormio. Having just run a trip to Alpe d’Huez, we realised how similar the two areas are with the buzz that is around road bikes. Everywhere you look, there is a statue, flag, poster or bloke to remind you that you are in the place to be. Especially, just the week after the centenary Giro d’Italia visited.

Bikes everywhere in Bormio!

The group of nine were met in Malpensa airport and the long transfer was made up the valley. This is both the upside and the downside to Bormio. The transfer is bloody annoying but when you get there, you realise that everybody there has made the special effort. It is not just a jump off the plane, or a diversion off the motorway. The distance away from Milan gives it the raw, exciting feel. Less punters!

Again we booked in with our friends at the Hotel dei Pini, a fabulous set up, which has now helped us host three amazing weekends at the base of the colossal Stelvio pass. The 5 course meals and the huge breakfasts mean that you have to cycle just to maintain the same body weight! The Italian twins on our trip, Erik and Leif, were at home. They were feeling a little under the weather and were trying to seek out the pharmacy at everyopportunity. However, the speeds that they ascended lead to suspicions that they were doing a Team Sky and bending the rules!

We had 3 full days to play with. A check of the weather forecast suggested rain on Sunday which meant that the only way forward was two big days in a row, starting with the Stelvio. The route was identical to the last part of the stage in the Giro this year. The event’s organisers must have checked our previous write ups and thought it a good idea. If you are struggling to remember which stage it was. Well, Tom Dumoulin had to stop off the side of the road, we thought that the farmers had been spraying their fields until we remembered.

On the Stelvio bends, Erik looking pro! 

So Stelvio followed by the Umbrail. A big effort. Two very different sides of the same mountain. One busy, Italian and one understated, Swiss. Both were flipping difficult. Andrew and Leif lead the way with Erik bridging the gap to the dads and son group (Phil and Peter, Rob and Ian). The whole group went up quickly, passing many larger, dutch cyclists on the way up. A coffee, snack and refill of water at the top and we were away. Ian showing off his downhill MTB skills on the descent. He is not scared!

First and biggest pass

After lunch and a spot of German speaking (we were in Switzerland), we headed up the Umbrail. This is not as famous as the Stelvio but just as difficult. It starts off steep, flattens off and then winds its way back up, with never ending bends. Phil, who had not been feeling well, got in the van. A good decision as it meant that he did complete the whole of Saturday’s ride. It was funny to hear him encouraging almost everyone on the way up to stop and keep him company. I think it did the opposite and spurred people on. Peter, who lost the Phil ball and chain made his way up comfortably and probably stopped off to do a bit of knitting (he was making headbands all weekend, perhaps he has been living in Denmark too long). A good day. Finished off with another great meal. Phil and Rob could retell their adventures to Judy and Julie, who were out for a relaxing holiday whilst their husband’s cycled.

Bikes and knitting - finally, Peter's hobby's are combined

Now if they thought that was bad. Saturday was the Mortirolo followed by the Gavia. The Mortirolo is steep but stays quite low. You never get the feeling of isolation. It is stunning though. We stopped off at our favourite café in the alps and then made our way to the base of the Gavia for lunch. This time it was Rob’s turn to get in the van (I needed the company). Off we went. In the town of Ponte di Legno, we couldn’t follow the cyclists as it was a one-way system for cars. We were diverted and got stuck in traffic; the reason being, a lady in a bikini was cleaning her windows, only in Italy!

The hotel's beer garden is a perfect place to recount the stories of the day

We were a third up the Gavia when Phil said that the previous few kms were pretty steep, he was glad to have conquered that. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the 14% section was looming. It must be disheartening when you are climbing these hills on a few grand’s worth of bike when a group of about 10 Czech super cars overtake!

Still, everybody made it up and that meant that everybody could justify an aperitif in the beer garden of the hotel. Oh, and the Champions League final was on. A perfect end to a difficult two days. No trip to Bormio should happen without a short bust up the mini Stelvio toward Torre di Fraele. The view back has to be seen. We timed it well. A late start on Sunday, missed the rain. It is great when a plan comes together.

MiniStelvio

And there we have it, a magnificent weekend with some lovely people. We are already looking forward to next year.

DD Alpe d'Huez

18th to 21st May 2017

A recent visit from a group of 16 from SW London. We based ourselves in Bourg d'Oisans - the mecca of French cycling (well one of them) and took on the mountains from there. 

Norway 2017

For us, April means one thing, Norway. The winter season in the Alps had been very much hit and miss, mainly miss, with very few epic days. If I was being honest, the rumours from Norway was of much the same. I kept it quiet but I did not hold out much hope. How wrong I was. It was full on epic!

The plan for 2017 was to do one week in Lofoten and then head up to our home-from-home in Svensby on the Lyngen Peninsula. The Lofoten Islands are a long spurt of mountainous islands that stick out of the top of Norway like a witch’s finger. They are smaller than Lyngen , but their steepness leads to some action packed skiing. They really are stunning and Reines at the far end is known as one of the most beautiful villages in the world.-a picture postcard.

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Lofoten Islands, nature and man at their best

Driving back up to Lyngen for the second week allowed me to appreciate the vastness of Norway and the volume of possible routes, is off the scale. Everywhere I looked on the 6 hour drive, I saw peaks that were skiable. That, with the lack of people makes you feel like you are at the final frontier. No wonder Scandinavians are happy people.

It was a welcomed sight to pull up at the Svensby ferry. 20 minutes crossing instantly relaxes you and allows your eyes to dart across the mountains of the Lyngen Peninsula that you are heading to. The glistening peaks indicated fresh snow. Our first guests were a group from a great ski school based out of the French Alps, Snoworks. They organise many ski adventures and use us for their Norway trips. The clients’ faces showed amazement, as they started, they just could not believe where they were.

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The ferry that takes skiers to their heaven

There were a few days of snowy weather which topped up the whiteness and meant that some laps below the tree-line were necessary. This was not a problem as the powder was fresh. The trusted yr.no weather page was suggesting bright skies at the end of the week and it did not disappoint. A blue bird day of skiing back to the sea should be on the bucket list for any skier.

The fresh snow lead us nicely onto our last week and what a week it was!  A high pressure system got itself wedged in and the stable conditionsmeant that I could tick off a few more mountains in the area. Istinden, a peak that rises up from the sea next to some avalanche tunnels has always lured me. You can see the steep descents from Kavingtinden and Rornestinden. The hard going ascent paid off with fresh lines.

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A blank canvas, to scribble all over

A visit to the Blue House in Svensby, meant one thing, cod dinner.  Straight from sea to plate and cooked in the BBQ hut- it was delicious. A time to reflect on how amazing the place was.

The last group has evolved from long time Traversers, Ben and Paul Leandro, they were back for another year. They were desperate to get some boat action, so we organized a fishing boat to take them into the glacier that goes up to Tafeltinden. Steiner, their guide, is not one for common peaks so we bypassed the main peak and took an untracked neighbour. It was a large amount of travel across the glacier, but well worth it for the experience of true isolation.

Walking out of the sea, mind-blowing everytime

This year’s trip to Norway really was one that never stopped giving. The conditions, the terrain, the people that came, all made it one of our classic adventures. We certainly hope to see familiar faces out next April along with others who can experience the true sea-skiing experience.

Who’s in……..?!

The Cheese Classic

Now in its 3rd year, the Cheese Classic is becoming one of our, well, classics! It is something that I personally always look forward too. Cycling, cheese, red wine and the odd coffee or two. It is a great mix of relaxation and challenge.

Smell my cheese

The group of 7 were all relatively new to cycling in the Alps and the first day from just North of Geneva and then around its lake is a perfect introduction with a short climb just before our first destination – Abondance. The green meadows surrounding you are a reminder of why the cheese tastes so good from the Alps – well fed cows. Our regular, Mark, quickly fell into his usual habit of moaning up every climb to get to the top and say, ‘let’s do it again!’ It was great to have him back.

Lovely day for a nice cycle around the meadows

For a larger guy, Tim holds his own in the Alps and I could quickly see a little bit of competition arising between him and Nathan on the winding roads up to the first proper col of the trip on the second day, the Col du Corbier – just outside of Morzine. The café at the top is unusual to say the least, with the owner’s accounts and whole life spread out on the tables inside – seemed a lot for someone who just sells coffee!

We set of for the Colombiere, not before stopping for lunch in Talloires – a very nice spot to set up by the river there, it was warm so people were using the fresh water to cool down. Matt, who had bought his first pair of bib shorts from us, could not stop banging on about them! He certainly now looked the part (not sure it was hygienic to wear them for all four days though).

The Colombiere is always a bit of a challenge, it’s the last 3 km where you can tantalizingly see the finish line which make it tough. It is psychological and all made it up in good spirits, it’s one of our local climbs and we love the cakes that they sell up there.

Hitching - now that is cheating

Down to Saint Jean de Sixt, our home and the home of Reblochon Cheese. We had organized a meal in one of the local cheese farms. Very hearty and it re-energised the group. The melted Reblochon to pour over the charcuterie and potatoes was a firm favourite.

The final mountains day followed with two climbs, the Aravis and Saisiesgot us to Beaufort. The option of extending the route to take you up to the Cormet de Roseland is highly recommended if you still have the legs and half the group did this. Nathan and Tim went a little further and looped back over the Col du Pre and back to Beaufort via Areches. This is a new addition that I would do again.

What was in the cheese - Andrew has gone crazy, he still had to cycle in the wet gear

Back in Beaufort the weather began to turn and it was clouding over. The final route back to the stunning Lake Annecy was a walk in the park and pretty uneventful. Well that is if you forget the fact that Andrew, always the eccentric, decided to make use of the diving board half away around the lake and jump in, fully clothed in his cycling gear. The water warm, but he soon chilled down on the lake side route back to Annecy. Where then, the rest of the group went for a dip. A fantastic way to finish a fabulous trip.

Ripcoro

For the second time this year we made the trip across to Bormio in Italy which is fast becoming a second home to us. It should not be a long trip, a few hours to Milan and then up into the mountains. However, that final 100km is slow going with single lane roads and local traffic along with miles of tunnels. It can be a little frustrating but when you emerge from the last tunnel and are greeted with the expanse of mountains and the old town of Bormio, you know it’s worth it.

This is what we came for!

It is impossible not to get excited with the weekend ahead as there is a buzz of cyclists around the town. You know that you are where it is at, for those who like two wheels. It is pretty special. Checking in and getting the accommodation ready with the welcome packs and goodies (a special thanks to Moma Porridge) was smooth and gave us a few hours to wait for the arrival of our group, the infamous Ripcor Cycling Club.

Arriving in time for dinner, which was up to the usual high standard that we come to expect from our base in Bormio, gave everyone the opportunity to discuss the weekend ahead and what was in store for them. They were uncharacteristically quiet and it became apparent that they were a little nervous about taking on the might of the Passo del Stelvio – understandable.

Our first day loops around this magnificent mountain, famed for cycling but equally important as a summer training base for skiers from across the Alps, showing just how high it is! It is a long climb of 26km and the plan was to drop down into German speaking Italy and across into Switzerland before climbing back up to the Umbrail pass which rejoins the Stelvio just 5km from the summit. For some though, the Stelvio is an amazing achievement in itself and there was no shame in returning back to Bormio having crested its summit. Everyone made it.

It is undoubtedly the middle part of the Stelvio which is the most stunning, it is here where the straight road that clings to the side of the mountain side is forced into the infamous switch backs as it comes head on with the face of the mountain. I parked up the support van to get some shots of the group coming up and they all actually seemed to be enjoying it. The spread of the group was not that big and they were all showing their strength. As the per the Ripcor motto: It’s all good.

Going around the bend

The cluster of cafes and tourist stalls at the top of the Stelvio means that it is a good place to regroup, take in a coffee or two and revitalize. Everyone was in good spirits and thinking that they had made it, however, just because a pass is not famous, does not mean that it is not difficult. The Umbrail Pass was still to come. But first a 30 km descent. Speed Steve turns out not to be speedy and has a dislike for going downhill! His squeaking brakes reverberating around the mountains, surely confusing a marmotte or two. As I passed him, he asked for more water to help him cool the wheels down! It did the trick and they held out.

A rare flat moment

We set out lunch when we got into Switzerland. With just the Umbrail Pass to come, the day was nearing an end but this required a huge effort, lunch was certainly necessary.

The Umbrail Pass completes the triangle around the Stelvio, it is less well known and in turn less busy with fewer cyclists and cars on the road. This combined with the lack of kilometre markers creates a sense of true wilderness. That and “when will this end?!” It is though breathtaking. Once in a rhythm, it is just a case of keep plodding on. It was a little bit too much for Phil so he jumped in the van (the beauty of doing this with a support vehicle) for the last few km’s – not bad going though considering some turned back after the Stelvio. I will never forget John’s face when he arrived at the top – one of total pleasure yet total pain.  Ripcor had earned their beer and cakes today.

Chris floating up the Umbrail Pass

Saturday was an all-together easier day, it is necessary to recuperate! It was a switchback ascent up towards Lake Cancano, they call it the mini-Stelvio around these parts and you can see why. Very, very steep to start with and then it eases off. Standing at the top, it was amazing to see everyone on the bends below, a fantastic view that you normally would only get from a helicopter.

Mini-Stelvio

Sunday was the attempt to complete the trilogy of big climbs in the area (and Italy in fact). The Mortirolo follow by the Gavia. A huge day. An early start was required. Dropping down from Bormio to the start of the Mortirolo is a gentle but fun 30km of freewheeling! The beams of sunrays breaking through the mountain tops gave me the impression that I was in a crystal, mountains in the mornings!

There is a tiny turning to the start of the Mortirolo, easily missed and for that reason, it is hard to imagine why it is so famous. Quoted by many as their hardest climb, including the drugged up Armstrong, it seems so innocuous. We do have a confession and say that there are two routes up that join for the last ascent, we went up the “easier” part. You tell that to the guys!    

Just as you get to a little church, the road ramps up and really kicks in, I guess for the first time in the weekend, you realise why the Giro maybe regarded as a little tougher than the Tour. It was all a bit too much for Leigh but he took great pleasure in cheering everyone else on from the comfort of the van. Again just to get up to that point was an achievement that most cannot say that they have done.

The hot chocolate just after the summit makes it worth it.

One of Armstong's hardest climbs...

Next stop the Gavia. Dieter was banging on about how he just wanted to do the Mortirolo, that was the famous climb of the two. What is all the fuss about this Gavia? Well, Dieter, its steep and long. It’s bloody hard. You think that you are cycling up to the doors of hell. But when you get to the top, it is magical. High, and unlike the Stelvio with all its hotels and skiers, it’s wild. You have certainly left the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life behind. Rewarding.

Just after a long, dark tunnel with about 2km to go, I found Alastair and Phil pondering their next move. The others were just finishing up. I told them in no uncertain terms that they were not getting in the van. They pushed on and shortly after made it to the top of this monster. Tears of joy (or pain) rolling down Phil’s cheeks, they, like everyone else had achieved something special. Chapeau as you would say in France. I was expecting a raucous evening of celebration but everyone was happy to relax and contemplate their achievements over a glass or two.

Great work lads!

The Tour du Mont Blanc 2016

Rain, rain, go away. The early part of this summer has not been dry. Every time the forecast is checked, it says “chance of rain”, “showers” or just simply “rain”. Leading up to our second tour of the year, the forecast was still mixed. We could only hope. At least the first day would be sunny and warm. It meant that the stunning views back towards the Col des Aravis from Les Saisies could be fully appreciated. It is a stage that we often do in our trips as it appears in the High Alps Challenge and the Cheese Classic.

Ready for the off - yes, it is not photoshop, they are blue skies!

It is always nice for the support team to stop in Notre Dame de Bellecombe for a coffee and wave the riders through. Everyone is normally in good spirits as it is a gentle gradient up to the village. However, this year, we thought we had missed them. Driving up we did not encounter any of the group, so we had to keep going. This is where we caught up with them all trying to go as fast as possible! Andrew leading the way and blowing the field apart! This was going to be a quick group!

Stunning

So much so that we were down in Beaufort before you could say “stinky cheese!” We decided to stop there for a coffee and a refill before taking on the Cormet du Roseland. This is always a highlight with the beautiful reservoir breaking up the route. I am glad to say that Simon, Matt and Roddy realized that they would not make the day and eased off the pace. A wise move when travelling through the mountains. Blowing up can really slow things down. By the top, everyone was spread out which gave me time to russle up some eggs to go with the lunch and as it was still warm just shy of 2000m, everybody was relaxing into it.

The descent down is a lot of fun and flowing. Roddy may have taken a bit of a strange line but walked away to fight another day. We were back in enough time for me to jump on the bike and try it from the other side. Great climb with two flatter sections in each half to help recover. I think that maybe the Tour du Mont Blanc in reverse is not a bad idea!

A brief visit to winter for a coffee before returning to the sunshine in Italy

The weather was not looking good for the next day.

Well you cannot believe weather forecasts. It started off damp but the only bit of rain we properly had was when we were all in the café at the top. Perfect timing. Speaking of which, it is great when a plan comes together. We staggered the start of people from the hotel and low and behold, everyone caught each other up with 500m to go and arrived at the top en masse. This climb is long but with a gradual and steady gradient, it is actually fun to get in a rhythm.

Now it was time to enter Italy and a 70km decent through the Aosta valley.  As we dropped, the temperature rose and the sun was appearing. Apparently the weather gods were with us on this one. The first half of the Grand Saint Bernard is a bit of a slog. It is not until you get to Etroubles that it gets a bit more interesting and difficult! This was a good spot to take a breather and have a spot of lunch. Phil and Peter arrived slightly after the rest of the group saying that they were counting down the kilometres to lunch! They knew though that they had less to come after, scant consolation. The following 14km was the challenge of the entire weekend. Not one person found it easy, Ian, one of the strongest in the group was really shattered at the end, perhaps racing a reinvigorated James up was not the best idea! As for Steve, everytime I passed him on each climb within the last three km, he said, “I am done now”, well on this climb it was the last 5km so it must have been tough. Mark was having all sorts of problems with punctures and Paula Radcliffe moments, blighting his attempt at this most difficult of climbs. It was really only Jocelyn who seemed to thrive on this slope. She seemed to have added confidence! The monks were there ready to refuel the team and luckily a pretty decent wifi connection up in the heavens meant that we could watch the first England game. The final leg was to come.

Winding up the Grand Saint Bernard, those monks live a long way from anywhere

Switzerland would be our third country in three days. A long descent down to Martigny and then a sharp, warm climb up the Forclaz (one of three Forclaz’s in the Tour this year). This really spread the group out but we were able to regroup at the Col des Montets with the residence Ibex for lunch. This was our only bad weather moment with a cold wind whipping up from the Mont Blanc glaciers and forcing people to retreat into the visitors centre. It was difficult to get people to move out and onto the final part. From here, it’s the distance rather than the climbing that is sapping and initially it was a chance for Eric to exhibit some descending skills! Navigating through Chamonix and down the valley brought us out at Cote du Domancy – only 2.5km but very steep. It was the final push before the line. Comparasions will surely be made with our group and the Tour de France’s uphill time-trial this summer. At least our team has the excuse of many more kilometres in their legs before the climb.

I wonder if any of these will beat the pro peloton up when they visit for the Tour de France

Returning to Flumet for a celebratory dinner, everyone, no matter of their fitness had felt challenged and everybody was proud of their achievements. It was a lovely group and most were more than happy to spin up the Aravis on Monday before the coach left, yet another climb that will be in the Tour this coming summer. 

Traverso - The Italian Triolgy

We know the French Alps, we have cycled up most of the Cols and know how magical they can be. However, we also know that it is not the centre of the universe, there is more out there. Not better but different. Hearing of the stories of the Dolomites and the legendary Italian climbs that seem to challenge even the best climbers at the Giro, we knew that the time had come to go and test out our high gearing. And it is a good excuse to drink espressos and eat pizza.

Mixed weather meant that our support van was like a changing room! Did not dampen spirits 

After a phone call to our friend, Nicola, (guy not girl), we had set up our base in Bormio, using his apartments and hotel. From here we could tackle the big three passes in Italy – Stelvio, Mortirolo and Gavia. It was not hard to sell the trip out and we were set!

I arrived the weekend before to reccie the routes before our group of 20 arrived. One thing was for certain, the weather was not going to treat us well. Wet weather gear required. Actually, the dramatic clouds and mist simply added to the atmosphere – we were in the high mountains.

You come to this region for one reason, and that is to struggle up the Stelvio. It has been the scene of many Giro battles and rolls of the tongue along with the likes of Alpe d’Huez and Mont Ventoux. It is litter with hairpin bends and snakes its way up to the summer ski station that is settled at its top. You know that you are going high when early in the morning, you are passed by cars carrying skis! It is possible to tackle the Stelvio from 3 sides and we had planned to loop around climbing 2 sides in the process. Leaving one for another time!

Going around the bend! Plenty of them up the Stelvio

Another tail-tail sign that you are high above the valley is not only that you have been climbing for a long time but the appearing of high altitude, little rascals. When I reccie the route, it was early, so I was the only one up except for the marmottes making a nuisance of themselves and playing hide ‘n’ seek. They are funny little things with high pitch squeals and Meerkat like stances. They certainly own this patch of Italy.

Lunch and rest

The Stelvio is the border between Italian Italy and German Italy. At the top, confusingly, people are speaking to you in German, it takes a while to get your head around it and the decent down, Italian is rather absent from village names and road signs. It also feels cleaner and more organized, but this may be the altitude playing tricks. Sweeping around the valley floor, the climb back up starts reasonably quickly and up to Switzerland. Now this is organized! A good spot to set up lunch and allow everybody to refuel before the last push.

They all thought that they were done. Little did they know what the Umbriail pass was like!

The last 14km back up to the Stelvio is via the Umbrail pass and this is where we turn back to Bormio (no point doing the last part of the Stelvio again). This is a brutal climb at the end of the route. It is steep and the absence of kilometre markers means that you are never quite sure where you are and when it will finish.  It certainly earns you the right to choose from every course of the 5 course dinner that we had laid out for everyone. Maybe even a glass of wine is necessary to celebrate the achievements of the day.

The Italians were really spoiling us with three private rooms and a real feast

The second route was the Mortirolo and Gavia loop. The Mortirolo was one of Lance’s hardest challenges and lets just say, he had a bit of an advantage. It is short and steep but with fresh legs at the beginning of the route, it is pretty enjoyable. The whole group were drenched by the time that they got to the top which is why the little café just the other side of the pass was so welcomed, as was everybody’s spare change of clothes – I guess one advantage of a support van. Italian hot chocolate really does hit the spot and soon people were eager to brave the elements again.

The Gavia is a big pass. It is long and steep in parts. The road gets narrow and the sense that you are out in the wild really hits you as you weave up through the forest from Ponte di Lecco. I stopped the van just as it reaches 16% to grab some photos and hand out some pieces of watermelon. These are the sort of gradients where you need to think about your position on your bike. Trying not to allow the front wheel to leave the ground! It was very impressive though how everyone was getting along and people seemed to group up in 3s and 4s – safety in numbers. I guess it is reassuring to see others struggling too. A 32 rear cassette is the key.

Steeeeeeeep

Like any big climb, you expect to start in the forest and to finish upon a baron, mountainous landscape. You will be hard pushed to find any wilder place than the top bends of the Gavia. With the rain easing and the clouds swirling around the peaks and valleys, you felt that the spirits of the mountains were out there to get you. A few switch backs and the sanctuary of the café at the pass were welcome. I have never seen so many people eat so much. Ivan had pasta, pizza, cake, hot chocolate. I think that he just could not be bothered to read the menu and asked for everything! After two days riding the big boys in town, Sunday and Monday gave us a chance to taste the lesser known routes. A wind down if you like. Sunday saw us going up to Lake Cancano, the mini Stelvio, and with its switch backs and stunning views, I would say the most stunning climb of the trip. Everyone made it up strongly and we were back in time for people to have a restful afternoon and take in a café or two. James though, in training for Lands End to John O’Groats decided to cycle up to Bormio 2000 afterwards.

What a great team! So many metres climbed in rain and sunshine! 

The last climb on Monday morning before we headed back to the real world was quite possibly the steepest climb that I have ever tried, it went by the name of Forni. An easyish ride up to Santa Caterina, which is rather deserted in the summer, it must be so different at the height of winter with all the skiers, was the warm up for the last 4 or 5 km up to the Refugi di Forni. It just went straight up. If it were any longer then people would have struggled but like Tom discovered, it is possible to simply power your way up. It took a lot of will power not to stop at the first café. The finish was easy to find, it was when the tarmac ran out! Another nice coffee stop though.

So there we were, the steep and imposing mountains around Bormio had been conquered. Everybody was chuffed and surprisingly still pretty fresh. It was now time to catch the coach back to Milan and start thinking about the next challenge. It should be noted here that the coach had an inbuilt espresso machine next to the entrance, I love Italy!  

Lofoten Lines

Another great time in our base camp in the Lyngen Alps. Two weeks and twenty five people, great weather, great snow and humbling scenery. We bossed it! Taking over the lodges at Svensby, gave us the space and comfort to relax after trekking up all the snowy peaks. Arranging catering meant that everybody got together before and after their adventures and could really gel over good, hearty Norwegian cuisine. It was the best year to date.

Norway is a big country, with countless numbers of peaks and descents to enjoy so to enable us to become more knowledgeable about the options, Dan and I decided to extend our time there and take the 3 hour drive from Tromso to Narvik at the start of the Lofoten Islands.

I have been to Norway many times but it was only when we arrived at the turning to the start of the Lofoten Islands that I really realized how big it is and in fact, how modern maps deceive us with their out of scale proportions. On the map, the Islands look like a tiny blemish jutting out from the already jagged Norwegian coast. However, it is pretty mind blowing to see the distance to Å, a simply named town, at the end of the jut, is over 300 km away, the same distance from London to Manchester! Big country right?!

It was midday when we got to the turning and we realized that a 10 minute detour to Narvik town centre would allow us an afternoon ski on its lift system. I had to remind Dan what a lift was! We were excited to go and check it out. Climbing from the centre of the town out of the sea, is the slow lift that gets you into the system. We could not believe how quiet it was on a Sunday afternoon with a fresh sprinkling of snow. It was a perfect break from hiking up the mountains and just what we needed. I would say it is an area big enough for 2 days of skiing and then maybe time to move on.

We had to move on already though, to the middle of the Lofoten Islands, chasing the last of the snow. We arrived just outside of the town of Svolvær and settled into our lodge for the evening. The 2 hour drive was punctuated with “stop, photo”, “wow” and “amazing”. Every bend seemed to lead to a new cove, a new cluster of cool cottages and fishing boats. It is nature at its most spectacular.

The next two days were spent on this island of Austvågøya. Without a guide book and just a few web searches, we decided to follow our noses and find the main valley with lots of skiable peaks. It was like searching for waves on a surf trip and yes, we lucked out! Two summits leading to untouched powder descents. Some of the best of the season for us. Our only criticism of the area is that the ascents and therefore descents are short, 600m compared to 1200 plus in Lyngen. This means for a serious trip to Lofoten, you would need to look at bagging a couple of peaks a day and perhaps renting a kayak to access the starting point of a climb to some very cool looking couloirs. All in all though, very impressive!

Now after the first morning on the mountain, I broached the subject with Dan about trying to find somewhere to surf. He thought I was a bit bonkers (nothing new there) but was happy to come along with the camera. The North of Norway and Lofoten in particular pick up great swell as the small issue of the United Kingdom is out of the way. So there is a huge mass of water for the swell to build and the jagged coastline produces a variety of reefs and points for quality waves to form. We headed to the Lofoten Surfsenter, in Unstad, to rent the kit. The wetsuits took all the sting out of the temperature and, although the waves were not that big, it was pretty surreal to be comfortably surfing in the Arctic Circle. This place has it all!

A trip back into Svolvær for a beer and a wander allowed us to see everything else that the island has to offer. Fishing, kayaking, boat trips to see whales and sea eagles (which actually flew over our lodge) all had us asking whether it was possible to change our flights. But we had one more place to check out. Riksgransen, Sweden.

The town of Narvik has built up around the port which sends iron ore out to the world. This iron ore is mined in Sweden and crosses the border around 30 minutes from Narvik by train at Riksgransen. As it has a train service and mountains, they decided back in the day to create a ski resort. It pretty much is just the hotel and the lifts there, so it is easy to find your way around. We checked into the hotel in the evening and settled down for a burger and some very tasty beer, watching all the trendy Swedes and listening to the piano man.

We had both seen various videos of people skiing in Riksgransen and we were very excited to get out there the following day. We were now far from the sea and there was certainly a different feel to the mountain. The ski map revealed plenty of off piste designated areas and lots of little natural jumps; heaven basically. Unfortunately though it was a white out and we really could not see much at all. The poor visibility when mixed with  the high winds meant that we only lasted the morning before finishing up and making our way back to Tromso. Definitely got a taste for it though and will be back.

Arriving in Tromso weirdly felt like home. Our trip away opened our eyes to more potential in Norway than we thought possible but it also reassured us that basing ourselves in Lyngen with the large mountains and bigger descents was definitely the way forward. Keep an eye out for a cheeky Lofoten trip on offer before we set up camp again in Lyngen next year.

Now its time to put our skis away and get on the bike. The roads are calling!

The Traverse Cheese Classic

Closing our season with the Cheese Classic has made me wish it was May already and that we could start all over again. Seven months is going to be tough, the remedy will be some skiing but still…

Thursday evening saw our group of 13 arrive and ferried just to the north of Geneva for our first night and some pre riding pizzas. Always a good idea to have a flexible meal on the arrivals night incase of delays. They were damn tasty pizzas! But with the weekend ahead, people were ill advised to go for the quatre fromages!

"Olly, if you could just grab my pump..."

We arose on Friday to cloudy skies and spots of rain but it was a relatively relaxed start to the cycling as most of it was around Lake Geneva, it was ashame that we missed the stunning views of Mont Blanc but there is always another time! Ivan, in true fashion, held up the departure with repetitive punctures but Olly was there to help him with his pump and soon everybody was back together.

Turning away from the Lake at Thonon, the route winds its way upwards towards Morzine before darting left to the Abondance valley. You could almost smell the cheese funneling down. Not a tough day but a perfect way to warm up. Everybody was in good spirits and settled down to watch the opening game of the Rugby World Cup. A cheeky chappy, named Andrew also met the group in the afternoon after arriving from work – better late than never I guess.

The advance party working out the competition on the first slopes up to Abondance

Thanks again to MOMA as the porridge complemented the hotel’s breakfast well. We were pleased to see a selection of Abondance on the table too. The sun was out and we knew that we were in for a great day of cycling, if not a more challenging one!

It started off with the Col du Corbier, short but very sweet. The penultimate two kilometres are classic switch backs through beautiful meadows. It was a good chance to see how everybody matched up and although there were obvious differences in fitness levels, everybody made it up quickly. As a group we were making good time through the mountains. It was only a very confused café owner at the top that proved to slow things down. Weirdly, for a café owner, he did not seem to know what a coffee was!

Joris was loving the switch backs

Next up was distance over height, with an undulating route down to Morzine, through Les Gets and on to our lunch stop at Taninges (or tangerines as I like to call it). Being lovely weather, meant that I could get the cooker fired up for some eggs. Somebody, probably Peter, said that we needed to watch out as it was going to rain at 2pm. We all laughed at their precision. It was getting a bit cloudy but when we set off for the last climb of the day, the Col de la Colombiere, we were not worried.

Cycling heaven

Dropping down into Cluses gives the opportunity for a vast view back up the valley towards Geneva, that’s is when David spotted the dark clouds slowly and menacingly drifting towards us, he stopped me to get a jacket out of the van.

I suggested that Ivan, Andrew B and Hugo attempted the Col du Romme first. This steep climb rejoins the Colombiere half way up it so with them being pretty speedy, it would keep the group together and also challenge them.

Then at precisely 1400 hours, it only went and rained! As it was towards the end of the day’s cycling, this was not really an issue, it just meant that the group made good use of the Hotel des Aravis’ drying room! It was now time for tartiflette (the local Reblochon cheese dish) at Le Peille, just across the road.

They sometimes say "better late than never" but this fella turned up a day late 

Day 3 comprised of a route that is common on many of our tours. It ramps up with the finish on the Cormet de Roseland. First though is our home climb, the Col des Aravis. This is not steep and the constant gradient actually makes it pleasurable to ride. Dropping down into Flumet is always enjoyable and is longer than the way up, which is a bonus. Regrouping at Flumet meant an opportunity to ditch any warmer clothing ready for the Col des Saisies.

Lunch at the top was almost the end of the day for some, as the final climb from Beaufort to the Cormet de Roseland was optional. It meant everybody was relaxed and could enjoy the views back across to the Col des Aravis and sit there content in the knowledge of their cycling accomplishment. There was also the job of some cheese tasting to do!

Beautiful warm up on the Col des Aravis, Day 3

Claire could not relax though, our mascot and 5 month old puppy, Zola, who was along for the ride, had taken an instant liking to her and attached himself to her throughout the weekend. She did not seem to mind the attention though!

We arrived at the Hotel du Grand Mont where people made a decision to either continue up or chill out in the town. There was certainly no disgrace in staying behind. It was a chance to relax. It also meant that I could get on my bike for a spin too.  I have to say that the view over the reservoir, halfway up is worth the effort.

The support team

It was getting colder, with a strong wind, so nobody waited at the top, instead we turned back for a coffee by the lake. We had made it. We knew that we could enjoy the evening meal with the knowledge that it was a pretty flat (one tiny hill) ride to Annecy the next day. What a meal to enjoy, the steak and chips went down well and some people opted for the fish. It was very impressive.

Showboating all the way to Annecy

Annecy is very impressive and a perfect place for the finish line. Again, this was a weekend where people were challenged but fun was had, new friends made and lots of cheese eaten. Thank you, in no particular order, to Ivan, the two Stephen’s, the two Andrew’s, Claire, Tanya, Liza, Joris, Peter, Olly, Hugo and David. 

Not a bad place to finish

l'Etape du Tour 2015

Every summer, France is hit by 200 of the world’s top cyclists;  it is a huge spectacle which is becoming more and more popular in the UK. There are always stages in the Pyrenees and the Alps and each year one stage is chosen by the organisers and a week before the pros hit it, they run it as an event for the likes of you and I; l'Etape du Tour.

This year, they chose stage 19 from Saint Jean du Maurienne to La Toussuire. This 138km ride has three climbs over 18km long so it is not an easy day out! It was back in November when the course was revealed and almost immediately, I had calls from locals asking whether I could provide the logisitics for the event i.e  accommodation and food. I immediately agreed, on the one condition, that I’d enter the event too.

There was a snowball effect and we ended up with 20 cyclists staying in Orelle, just down the valley from the start. People arrived on the Friday by plane, train and automobile and in time for some sweet potato mash and a bit of a chin wag. Everybody was excited, with good reason; this event was huge with 15,000 spectators signed up!

The calm before the storm

Saturday was registration day and a chance to walk around the village. It took strong will power to avoid parting with lots of cash on all the stands. I was desperate for a Shimano hat but by the time that I reached their truck, all the caps had been given away. Enrique managed to get one and decided to wear it from that point on – I was jealous!

Enjoying the cardboard cut outs... 

With all the numbers collected it was time to head back. I went shopping to prepare for the evening’s pasta party whilst others set up their bikes, attached their numbers, went for short cycles up the Col du Telegraphe for a coffee in Valloire and generally faffed about.-tomorrow was going to be a big day!

Carbo loading at our pasta party

There were 15 pens to stagger the departure, it meant that we all had different start times but everybody was keen to get down and ready. The car parking and traffic was surprisingly very good! Paul and I started in gate 8 which was very hard to find. We followed 12, 11, 10, 9 and then 7!!! Where the hell was this gate? It turns out  that it was tucked, obscurely, down a little side road. By the time that we found it, we were right at the back. However, with a chip for timing, the exact time that we left did not matter.

The atmosphere was fantastic and the people spread out enough so that we did not suffer too much. The only problem we had was, on the first descent where a bottle neck meant that everybody had to get off their bikes. This was annoying but the same for everyone. After the first climb, there was a big boucle, or circuit that went out on the flat and came back to the same place. Just to get the distance up I guess- pretty annoying.! Then it was the Croix de Fer which involves summiting the Col du Glandon on the way up. The last few kilometres of the Glandon are ridiculously steep and  being forced into the inside of the bends did not help, resulting in  many people walking as it was too tough. The stifling heat did not help.

Like a line of worker ants going up the first climb, the atmosphere was like this the whole way

The pros repeat this for 3 weeks!

As I descended from the Croix de Fer, I looked at our sticker of the course on my top tube. What was this little climb that punctuated the descent? Was it big. I had not taken too much notice of it when studying the route. Well it was 5km and a little bastard of a climb. I am not sure why it was put in, apart from making people suffer! I was very grateful to the locals with their hoses on the final straights- a welcomed refreshment.

Next, it was down to the foot of La Toussuire. which is where Chris Froome infamously attacked Wiggins and was called back on team orders. It starts very steeply and then eases off and is 18km of punishment. I had paced myself pretty well so was still feeling quite  fresh at the bottom. I thought, leave it all on this hill. I wish I thought that 5km in, as by the time I had got to 8km to go, boom- my legs went. I was basically going backwards, recognising people that I had already overtaken getting back at me., I knew that I had to dig deep.

They did not enjoy me taking the picture

The finish could not come soon enough and when I arrived, I slumped over my handlebars in exhaustion. I think that if it hadn’t been so hot then it would have been much easier,  but I enjoyed all of it! Especially the fact that there was always somebody cycling with you, the views back down the winding alpine roads, with cyclists resembling worker ants, was truly inspiring-  human beings can be pretty impressive!

At the top, it turned out that I was one of the first to arrive in our group so it was a case of waiting for the others. They trickled in, all very happy. It was time to head back for a well- deserved BBQ. It turns out that even with a load of starving cyclists, that I still had plenty of food spare! Guess they needed to work harder!

I wonder where it will be next year? 

Mission complete

The High Alps Challenge 2015

I cannot believe it. 4 years ago, my dad and I had an idea to run a trip from Geneva to Nice. It is not new, people have done it in the past. But we thought, lets keep it simple, let’s make it affordable, let’s make it a proper challenge, let’s camp and let’s raise money for Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research. At the time, my dad was recovering from Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma and as he was in hospital, we discussed how it would work and that he would come out to assist the cyclists, which in 2013, he did. Unfortunately, after a string of bad luck, he did not see out 2013 so I continued this, for him.

Naively, Iain celebrates the first climb

Now we have just completed our 4th High Alps Challenge and in doing so have raised over £25,000, an amount that we are  very proud of! Each year we have been blessed with great groups of people who are all there to enjoy life and cycling. It maybe hard, but these inspiring people like to take on challenges, get out into the mountain air and breath in the experiences that come with this amazing challenge. This year was no different.

We had the Shortt’s. They were like the musketeers; 3 brothers and 1 frenchman (a brother in-law). Andrew, Mike and Iain along with Marc. It is fair to say that there was a mixture of talent but as soon as I met them in Geneva, I could sense their determination to finish this challenge and I knew that they would be fine. Unfortunately, Andrew’s daughter died from Leukaemia 10 years and they were completing this in her memory. This underlying force would help them over the Iseran and mighty Galibier. They were here to conquer! Well, Mike was but at a slightly more relaxed pace!

Then there was Glynn….. a scientist based in Aberdeen. You could recognize him with all his Castelli kit, oh, and you could hear him chatting up the mountains from a mile off! I am convinced that if he did not talk so much he could be very quick indeed. In fact, it was not until the last day when he went up solo that he showed what he was capable off! Coincidence? He too had links with the charity, having had Leukaemia as a child and his dad having had a lymphoma; he was also showing a dogged determination to get to the finish.

Andrew cycled across the alps, just to have the opportunity to photobomb Simon's moment of glory

Simon and Charlotte lead the way and, along with Andrew, formed Team Sky as they were always at the front. Simon has done a few races this year and Charlotte races in Sweden so it was not surprising. What was surprising was Peter’s cycling kit. Shorts and t-shirts are one thing, but the pashmina that he insisted on either wearing or having in his pocket was something else! He is used to self assisted treks across the world, this is what biking is about to him. Stopping at every opportunity to speak to old men with panniers! Even though he had a heavy bike, he still managed to haul it over each col.

Kat and Jocelyn made up the group and were very entertaining-  great athletes in their own right. They tamed the Alps with  Jocelyn complaining of a bad knee but still running after each ride. Pretty bonkers! They spent their downtime gossiping, which passed the time whilst I cooked. I have to say that they were nice about all the people that they spoke about. Unless they were under 6 foot! 

Peter's attire for the mountains was certainly unique! At least he made the others look good

We started this year from a campsite in Gex, just north of Geneva. It was an easy ride out down to the official start point on the shores of Lake Geneva, where we had an obligatory photo shoot! We met up with Mike’s mate Alfie, who added some local knowledge with cheeky back routes out of Geneva and off they were to the first climb. The Col de la Colombiere. I always say to everyone, don’t be put off by the first 500m. This initial experience of an Alpine col is enough for anybody to be scared. It ramps up out of Marnaz and you can see the fear in people’s faces. However, it is only for 500m or so, and then it settles down. Even with a tough last 3 km, this climb is a good warm up and before we knew it, we were settled in Saint Jean de Sixt with a tartiflette on the menu. Alfie though, had to cycle back to Geneva!

Day 2, with its 3 climbs is a hard day; Col des Aravis, les Saisies and the Cormet du Roseland. None of these are as high as what are to come but long climbs nonetheless. With an early start, the first two were ticked off easily enough and then everybody had lunch at the stunning lake on the Roseland climb. The pecking order in the group in terms of speed became evident as they settled into their own pace. Still a long way to go from Nice but it was beginning to feel like we were in the middle of the Alps, everyone was taken aback by the final views on the last climb- it is one of my favourites.

A very happy group after the first of the 3 "big days"

Jocelyn ,who liked to push herself with running after each climb, also seemed to want to make the cycling more challenging. Leaving for the Col de l’Iseran, she left her phone in the campsite. Not being able to phone me, she turned around and went back to get it! Doh! Today, was one long, long climb. The natural breakpoint is in Val d’Isere so we stopped here for some energy and water refills. It turns out that Iain knows an awful lot about watermelons! I have never actually ridden this col before, so I took the opportunity to drive on ahead and return to the group on my bike. It turns out that it is a lovely ride with a very manageable gradient. I cycled down past the front group and down to Kat. Before challenging myself to catch the front three. I caught Charlotte and Andrew with about 1km to go but Simon saw what I was doing and sprinted off the front just before I got to them. As hard as I tried, I could not reach him. He has strong legs!

After leaving Brahams on Day 4, everybody knew the reputation of what lay ahead, the Galibier! It is a wonderful climb up to the sky- everyone  knew  that tomorrow was a rest day. Early on, we had an example of why we had to concentrate. We were waiting for the group to arrive at the foot of the mountain in Saint Michel du Maurienne. When they did, they were two down. They explained that, to their astonishment, Charlotte and Glynn had cycled up the slip road towards the motorway. Shows what happens if you don’t concentrate! It was not a big issue though as they had realized their mistake and sheepishly arrived about 5 minutes later after safely getting themselves back on normal roads. This was going to be a running joke!

Off to chill out on the rest day...

Mike conquered the Galibier, albeit at a very steady pace; he was happy though. This gave the rest of us time for a coffee and a relax just over the top. The restaurant come gift shop that we walked into though was extremely bizarre.  Owned by a character from the League of Gentlemen, he was very happy to show off his trinkets, almost too much so! If you are  ever there, keep an eye out for the overly offence towels! Strange indeed,  but the coffee was good!

Rest day in Briancon, or Brian Con as Marc would say, meant that people were left to their own devices. Some of us went cycling! The Col d’Izoard was on the menu today and what a stunning ride this is. Others sunbathed by the pool and some explored the old historical fort town. We all went out for food that evening and met up with Andrew and Mike’s wives who were taking the easier, trainline route down from Geneva to Nice- a relaxing day.

The Col du Vars is not a difficult day, it is though where the landscape becomes more Mediterranean and shrubby. The Christmas trees of the Northern Alps were long gone and this is where Marc had his moment to shine and summited first, albeit, using a bit of French tactics! He arrived in the village of Vars, where we were regrouping, complaining of a stiff neck. We suggested going to the main part of town where there would be a pharmacy. He shot off and the next time we saw him, he was chilling at the top. His neck did not look that stiff, and he was very pleased with himself. I wonder if Chris Froome would use this tactic?

The good thing about climbing all these mountains is that you get to ride down them!

It was Bastille Day, we almost forgot, but as we were finishing cake in the campsite, a marching band of drummers, followed by the entire village with lanterns were heading towards the lake in Jausiers. A few of us followed, it was a bit eerie actually, we joked that we did not know where we were being led, a little bit like Indiana Jones. When we arrived at the lake, we were greeted with a fabulous fireworks display- amazing for such a small village. We had to get to bed though, we had Europe’s highest road to cycle over in the morning.

The Cime de la Bonnette is a biggy. As such, I advised Mike to start a little earlier as there is no coffee stop at the top-  it is wild. He was more than happy to get a head start. However, I do not know what he had in his breakfast, or maybe he visited a Spanish doctor in the village, but he shot up and nobody managed to catch him at the top. He did go with Glynn and suggested that it was good to have someone push and pace him. Whatever it was, he was quick-  a new Mike!

There were some interesting old tractors on the way down from the Bonnette

The summit feels like the top of the world. What an achievement, they had pretty much done it. Apart from a new addition to the route that I had in store for them this year, an afternoon climb to Saint Martin Vesubie. If it was not so hot, this would have been easy but we were not far from the Med and the temperatures were soring. Glynn was all over it and made it look easy but everybody else looked like they had been cycling over a mountain range for the past 8 days. It made the achievement though all the better and after showering and eating, they were happy.

What an achievement, rightly celebrating

Arriving in Nice is a massive achievement, maybe it  sinks in when everyone is  sat back at home thinking, “blimey, I cycled across the Alps!”. It was an absolute pleasure to support this group of legends,  afterall, their personal efforts were tremendous and they did raise £7000 for Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research!

Chapeau!

A special thanks goes to...

... Moma porridge for providing that extra boost of energy in the mornings

... Lawi Clothing for the fantastic team jerseys

... Eddy Merckx Cycles for our support bikes