Usually camp but given I now live less than 2 hours away and it was forecast to be damp overnight I decided to drive over on Sunday morning. I registered about 9:00 and the usual queue for day entries was unusually quite but given the forecast I was not surprised.
The camp ground car park had already turned into a mud bath, the entry was a tricky of camber affair, but with my rallying skills I parked up and got ready, it was wet very wet, I was told some people had already left.
The start line was only about 10min riding from the car park; which was already sorting people, I saw riders deciding that retreat was better than valour. I was just having a age related moment before the start I was heckled by two Treads MTB chaps on a secret Trans Alps training ride, really nice to see you guys, then we were off…
… with a little light rain and gentle breeze the first hill was dispatched with ease, then the Rough Ride lived up to its name. The terrain was back breaking; there was fog/mist, torrential rain and strong winds. Puddles that went to the middle of the earth, wet grass, soft mud, liquid mud and hill lots of hills. Even riding on the flat was hard work.
I had contemplated the longer route but common sense and a lack of a man suit resulted in the decision to take the shorter route. By now I was fully wet, saved only by proper clothing, I rode on. Many were less than well prepared and they were falling by the way-side, with much walking and moaning.
Just before the long/short cut-off there was a steep descent towards a village, Glascwn I think, challenging and technical. About ½ way down a rider had come off, as I passed the scene paramedics had just got there, his mate looked to be in a bad way with a survival foil jacket on and the chap on the ground was un-conscious and white as a sheet. I was later told he was airlifted to hospital with a broken collar bone and spinal injuries.
The first water stop was like a scene from hell, people in all sorts of trouble, bikes all over the road. I saw a few riders in a tiny house with a old woman offering tea and shelter. Not wanting to get dragged down I pushed on, the feed station was at the top of a steep climb. Cake, flapjack and banana eaten I set of for the return journey. Thinking back there weren’t many riders; I learnt later that soon after they closed all off road trails as they had so many casualties the paramedics had reach capacity; I was told a figure of 30+ people being treated for hypothermia.
I found myself in a group of 5 slowly making our way around the route, no talking; I had massive respect for the others as it was tough. Arriving back at the first village of Gladestry there were riders making their way back on the road. By now the group of 5 had became me and one other, we set of the final hill on to the ridge and my companion succumbed to cramp, after checking he was ok I pushed on riding the last 4 mils alone, finishing in a time of just over 4 hours.
By the time I had got to the car I was very cold, so quickly got dressed and wolfed down a bowl of bean casserole, cake and coffee. I check that the chap with cramp had booked in and he had. I hung around waiting to see if the Treads chaps on a secret Trans Alps training ride had made it back, but the heavens opened, so I set of home.
Will I be back next year….