Not Bad Second Best

Winter brings frustrations for the cyclist.

The roads around where we live were icy all day this weekend. Fat tyres might have coped, but skinny ones certainly wouldn't. 

So it was time dig out the crampons and axes to head to the hills.

Liz and I feel it's a good thing not to have any 'Munros' on the peninsula, because that means the stunningly beautiful mountains here are largely deserted.  

We were the only people on Garbh Bheinn on Saturday.


The snow was soft enough not to need the crampons we carried, yet compact enough to make descending really quick. The brisk wind blew snow showers and low cloud overhead. Very little of it lingered.

It helped with the cycle training. I think. Lots of repetitive leg movements and elevated heart rate has to be good, right? Hope so...

4 Comments Here:

quest4adventure said...

A completely different set of muscles Simon! ...at least I think so. ;o)

Simon said...

I fear you're right... oh well, let's call it cross training!
S

Douglas Wilcox said...

Simon, a great photo. Garbh Bheinn is one of my favorite mountains. Some years ago I was climbing the Great Ridge direct start during a total eclipse of the sun it was awesome! I am not sure I will ever be able to get back to the mountains again. My "good" knee dislocated last week on Little Cumbrae about 50 feet above sea level.

Simon said...

Oh no... poor you. My goodness Douglas your knees have taken a hammering. Maybe it's best to stay out of the mountains? But who can...
S