the start of 2015: a holiday to Spain
I signed up for another year with coach Nico Lebrun www.nico-lebrun.com I knew he felt partly responsible for my disappointing race results but I knew the mistakes made were mine. More than anything Nico had supported me and helped me see the positives in what I perceived as negative situations. I loved his passion and enthusiasm for the sport and outdoors. This combined with his great sense of humour and positive outlook on life made staying part of the Organicoach team something I never doubted.
wearing the coolest MTB shorts made by Flare
I also started my preparation for 2015 with the good news of becoming a team
rider for Flare clothing company. http://flareclothingco.com/pages/riders-2015 Flare is a mountain bike clothing company
predominantly aimed for women and their products are mainly designed for Enduro and
Down Hill disciplines. I exchanged a few emails with Hannah Myers about how this could work for me racing cross country and off
road triathlon. The colourful, creative and unique designs of Flare clothing
and the bubbly attitude of their founders were something I didn’t want to miss
out on and I was very excited when I got the official confirmation that I had
become part of the team.
Not quite what you expect planning a trip to Spain!
After my little tumble at the WEMBO 24hrs Solo MTB Worlds I
was forced a few weeks off training due to a nasty concussion and bruising to
my eye socket. I started to feel better right in time to get back on the bike during
my holiday to Spain with Michael. Initially the idea was to find a very cheap
location near the beach in Costa Del Sol, Southern Spain. But as I was exploring
the area for things to do I discovered that the Sierra Nevada, a MTB paradise,
was not that far from the coast line. I found a perfect little apartment in a
small village called Torviscon in the heart of the Alpujurra’s, a mountainous area at the southern end of the Sierra Nevada. I got in touch with Xterra Spain organisers
Iain and Maria who were based in Granada and before I knew it bikes were
organised and I had received heaps of tips on where to ride and what to expect.
Now I only had to convince Michael who had just started to mountain bike that a
holiday spend chasing me on rocky trails was what he wanted.
This ended up being surprisingly easy!
Over looking the ridge to Veletta
Amongst lots of shorter rides exploring the area our main challenge was to cross the Sierra Nevada from Capileiria to Pico Veletta. This meant a 6-7hr climb to the top and around a 90min return to the bottom. The ride was extremely exposed and dealing with altitudes of over 3000m, we had to allocate a day with the best weather for this journey. After getting used to the bikes and terrain for a couple of days we were all set for the big traverse and decided to have a “leisurely” afternoon on the bike the day before.
Traffic in the Sierra's
I went out
for an early morning run enjoying the beautiful trails of Torviscon and when I
came back Michael had mapped out a perfect loop to entertain us for a few hours
on the bike. When we set of we realised quite quickly that unless you had
thighs the size of trees there was no way to ride up these climbs in a
leisurely way and the expression had become a practical joke for the rest of the trip. After a long road
climb, we turned into an awesome 4WD track which took us through an amazing
part of the Alpajurra’s with incredible views of the area. “This was a great
idea” I said enthusiastically to Michael whilst flying down the rocky descents.
beautiful views of the Alpujarra villages
We turned off the main track into some more technical fun downhill until we
came to a point where the track seemed to end; We could make out a vague path
descending into the valley “This must be it” we both agreed and made our way
through thick plants, thorn bushes and trees. We doubted whether this was the
track many times as we were
now off the bikes pushing our way through, thrashing our legs by nasty thorns
and prickles heading steep down hill. At no point however did it cross our minds that we
should turn back! “The valley can’t be far” I heard Michael say after an hour
of bush bashing. I was now getting quite agitated. “we only have about 2hrs
before it gets dark” I said to him, with our last adventure still fresh on my
mind which included running in the dark following train tracks and running through tunnels
only wide enough for one train, I was starting to get a little worried. “let’s go
back and try to find the track we came from” I mumbled. “The valley can’t be far away”
Michael kept replying to any of my attempts to change direction. “that’s what
you have been saying for the last 2 hours” I said grumpy “it will get dark soon,
we don’t have any torches, WE DON’T KNOW WHAT ANIMALS OUR DOWN HERE” I heard
myself say angry to try and get Michael's attention.
The awesome descent down
Michael stubbornly persevered and I was getting more angry, “MICHAEL!!
I AM NEVER GOING ON AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU EVER AGAIN!” I heard myself scream this time;
well knowingly I wasn’t helping the situation. “let’s climb back up and try find
where we came from before it gets dark” I repeated now more calmly “there is a track, see look there” Michael
said and pointed down more bushes and trees and a cliff after which we couldn’t see
down. Our legs were now covered in blood from all the thorns and bushes and we were starting to get very tired. “NOOOO! We are going back up!” It was close to 4pm and we didn’t
have much daylight left. “OK” Michael chose the shortest but steepest way back
to where we had come from “there is the ridge he said” by this point I was so
angry that I stubbornly protested against taking his path “I CANT CLIMB UP
THAT! WAY TOO STEEP!” I knew we didn’t have a choice and needed to keep moving as
once again we were fighting daylight! After a good hour of pushing and climbing through the thick
bush carrying up our bikes the steep hill we finally got to the small track which
had led us down. Very happy to be able to ride again I started climbing at a speed I knew
would hurt Michael but with a good 3-4km rocky technical steep climb ahead of
us before we reached the main track out of there and only one hour of daylight
left there was no time to waste. Impressively he followed pushing hard. “we should at least try and enjoy the evening”
I heard Michael say once back on the path.
The beautiful sunset on the way out
It was 6pm and we had finally reached the road. Both
absolutely exhausted it was now also getting very cold. From here it would be a
20min descent and another 2-3km road climb into Torviscon. I suffered a flat tyre.
“go to the bar where we had coffee this morning” Michael said to me as we were
passing the little village “I will go get the car” he rolled away from me. “WHAT
IF IT’S CLOOOSED!!! WHAT DO I DO THEN!!” I yelled at him in a dramatic way to
try and prevent him from riding out of my sight. He climbed back towards me
with a slight smile on his face. I knew I was being over dramatic but with a
sense of humour failure and being in near hypothermic state I could not
return his smile!
Loving the typical sierra single track
Lucky the local bar was open and also functioned as the
local taxi service with a van big enough to fit both our bikes and before we
knew it we were back in our cosy apartment, laughing at our incredible
leisurely 7hrs adventure. We looked at the valley we tried to descend into the next day, it was a lot steeper than we thought including a couple of dangerous cliffs!!.
We also learned that the path Michael had mapped out was actually a dead end,
but we were missing part of the map which showed the ending of the route!!
The state of my legs after the bush bash
We didn’t let our crazy adventure ruin our plans to climb up
to the Pico Veletta and with tired, bruised bodies we head out into the Sierra
Nevada the following morning. After 3hrs of serious climbing we reached the ridge at
3100m altitude which was covered in a thick layer of icy snow and unfortunately
ended up to dangerous to cross. In an attempt to keep going I had to jump of my
bike and nearly slipped with bike and all into the steep endless valley below
us. We both very quickly decided to pull the pin as this would be a matter of
life and death rather than getting lost in the dark!!! The surroundings were
absolutely amazing and for a while we took it all in whilst having a cheese sandwich
before heading down to the civilized world. What a place to be.
At 3000m altitude
A great holiday, in a beautiful location with a great story
to tell at the end of it! I always blame my genetic up make for failing to see
danger with an uncle who belongs to some of the best climbers in Dutch history.
My sister and I always got ourselves in lots of trouble when we were younger such
as ending up on the wrong side of the mountain in the wrong country during
skiing holidays after missing the last gondola up the mountain. Seemed like I
had found my match in Michael!! Never a dull moment!
“Live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry” Jack
Kerouac
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