Tough ride today. Absolutely wrecked me. The altitude, the sun, the scree, all conspired to remove every vestige of energy from my body. At the time, it was hellish. But I'm glad I did it.
Nelson picked me up from mine and we drove out to park at the lake. Just before 10 when we got going, cruising the main highway along the 3 kms to the Porter's access road. Once on the gravel we only met 2 vehicles and got to the trailhead meeting and chatting with a family that looked like they were about to embark on it (we never saw them again). Down to cross the creek, dodging spaniards, and no good rocks to step on so feet wet from this start. Singletrack meandered up the valley, mostly rideable. Met a couple of walkers coming down. Across the creek again, narrower this time, and I topped up water cos looked like we were leaving it and may not meet any more. A few zigs and zags and we were at the Colleridge Saddle, what a view!My derailleur almost eaten a dracophyllum earlier and I found granny was gonna put it into my spokes, so a re-adjustment was made (and I discovered I'd left my toolkit at home). From here we climbed up to the left. I was starting to get a bit tired, and walked a bunch, but Nelson was off a bit too. Then it meandered into a basin and short descent across a scree slope led to a long zig and zag section eventually topping out on the ridge. Long and hard, and I was getting pretty stuffed and uncomfortable. Here's Nelson miles ahead...Once on the ridge there was about 3 or 4 peaks we had to traverse, with drops between. Kinda lost the trail a few times, meandering around on the tops looking over the sides to see where connections were made. It all worked out, and we seemed to find the main line each time. My exhaustion expanded on each climb - symptoms probably akin to heat-stroke. Muscles just so weak, and cramps sometimes when I'd pedal wrong, not that I pedalled much. Lots of walking and every time I got on or off I was more tired. Twice Nelson parked up and walked back to take my bike for me. That was kind. Even without the bike I was trudging like a zombie. Finally, he got to the cairn marking the descent and we waited while two women walking approached. (they were looking for an ice-axe lost during winter).
Into the descent and the joy returned. We stayed on the bermy weavy flowy mainline pretty much all the way this time, and didn't take any straight-down-the-hill fall-lines. The view while riding this was spectacular, with the lake seemingly directly below us (600m or so) and all the vehicles and boats/jetskis looking like toys. Fantastic. At the bottom we followed a couple of orange triangles and zigged and zagged out and back to the bottom.
Final drudge around the lake was hard, but with the end in sight somehow I made it... We then entered the lake and let the cold water do its thing. So refreshing.
In the car on the way home I ate the 'lunch' I should have carried with me, and consumed my entire spare litre of water.
Monumental 24 kms and 1150 m climbed.



