Rain had set in for the day, downer. I would have had a good excuse if I was climbing but bikes can be ridden all weathers, lucky me.
Wind blowing, wheels rolling, spray in the face, sucking it up, I was going to endure this one. Not much of a view today as I skirted past Loch Clair. More water in the face, fresh, cold and blown straight off the loch but it tasted just the same as the 45 degree pellets drowning my soul.
All the time I was heading further and further away from the warmth of my dry sleeping bag, should I stop and drain my shoes? would my hands be warmer if I took off these sodden gloves? And then it stopped, no more rain, no more pain.
I rolled gleefully past Achnashellach Lodge gazing wondrously at the marvellously water retentive clouds hugging the flanks of the mountains. One sharp right turn later and I was heading home, just the eery sounding Bealach na Lice standing in my way.. all 400 metres of it.
Most of the ascent was ridable, and although I didn’t see much of the mountains the scenery was spectacular. The main event was yet to come, the amazing single track descent past Lochan Domhain. I will not mention the squidgy muddy push around Loch an Eion, that would just spoil a good ending!
Genesis iO 32/18. 46km