I’ll be writing up the sorry saga fully some time soon, but here’s the short story:
The first bit was fast. Conic Hill had some sheet ice over the rocks so it was picky to push up and required some pushing down. Loch Lomond wasn’t unduly affected by weather, but was hard work with a loaded fat bike. After Tyndrum was OK for a bit, but foggy. Visibility of 4-5m and solid ice on the trail in places made me walk bits that I would otherwise ride, but most of it was do-able.
After Orchy things got a bit scary. Visibility of about 2m and frozen fog on everything. A good-looking surface (gravel with small stones embedded) had me spun through 90 degrees and going sideways down the trail. I couldn’t even push the bike on the trail at that point – couldn’t stand up anywhere but on the heather. That was where I thought things were getting silly.
There was nothing to do but keep edging around the heather, though. I got out of the fog heading across to the Glencoe ski centre in good conditions. But, I had decided by then that the double was going to be physically beyond me. The question was, how much risk to take and feel like I’d had a good innings?
I bailed at Glencoe. If the Devil’s Staircase had been as bad as some earlier trail conditions, I’d have been in a really hazardous situation. One that I couldn’t justify to mountain rescue if they had to risk themselves to save me.
Looking back, I feel like I gave up too easily, but it’s easy to think that from the warm. I think I could have got to Ft William some time before daylight, but at least I haven’t broken anything before Iditarod.
A couple of notes regarding risks: I did break a spoke on the front wheel hopping around rocks on the edge of Loch Lomond. I also skidded nearly the entire length of a bridge when I saw how it dropped away at the far side; couldn’t lose enough speed so I had to commit and flat-landed a 3 ft drop unseen.
There are some photos here:
http://www.aidanharding.com/gallery/?album=1&gallery=5