We spent last weekend in Snowdonia with six women from Team Glow doing a 52-mile circular ride Nantlle -
Llanberis pass - Prenteg - Nantlle, taking in
3784 feet of
climbing
Drizzling
when we woke up after a wild night. By good fortune, and the fact that everyone
was up late last night, we didn't get off till 10.15 and the rain had
stopped. But the wind was still severe,
blowing and gusting.
It meant
a tailwind up Llanberis pass, easy to negotiate. Snowdon and Crib Goch were in
cloud as we descended the other side. It
was hard to keep steady against the cross-wind, we couldn't get up any speed,
pushing against the force of it.
Pedalling downhill is a strange feeling.
We sheltered from the Welsh summer at our favourite cafe in Nant Gwynant
(butternut squash soup, venison burger, chocolate chip cookie) then pedalled
alongside a blowy lake, waves flowing, remembering my New Zealand trip in
2008, nine miles along a lake with black
swans against a head wind thinking
"I can't do this", but I could and did.
We
decided to head for Prenteg and up one of Simon Warren's "Another greatest cycling climbs"
graded 8 out of 10 (Llanberis was 6 out of 10). Shocked by the steep 1 in 6 at
the beginning. The whippet-thin Simon
claimed to have done the 2-mile climb in 9 minutes. Heather had done it last
week on the Etape de something with other Glowies, and her and Nadia chased his
example, whooping at the top. I got off
4 times, worried that I'd topple off in
my clipped in feet, so then tried one free foot unclipped, but had to stop
again when my front wheel left the ground, it's dangerous when there's air
between the wheel and the road. To my
credit I got back on each time and faced the twists and turns in the road,
charging into the headwind. I was so far gone that I just thought it was
refreshing to my over-heated head rather than a barrier to progress.
At the
top we were triumphant - who cares whether we walked some of it - Team Glow
rules for bagging the 100 climbs state that we can claim the peak regardless of
how we got there.
From there
we pedalled along the top, emerging from the hills onto a plateau populated by
sheep with fleeces hanging half off them - where are the shearers? - looking
quizzically at red- , and yellow-clad speedsters silently sprinting across the
landscape past a tempting dew-lake (not tempting at all in this weather).
Descending
back to roads with traffic (well, one yellow mini) we decided, bearing in mind
the strength of the wind which was still a real challenge, to take the fast way
back to Nadia's: main road then Lon Eifion cycle route then back through Penygroes where people socialise on the corner by the Co-op and down past the
vineyard and the piles of slate back to Nantlle.