RSF - The Off Road Cycling Club

The Adventure Starts Here

2024

“It is the unknown around the corner that turns my wheels.” — Heinz Stücke, long-distance itinerant cyclist

 

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In dappled sunlight we struggled up loosely surfaced hairpins, snaking through the verdant forest at up to 20%. Continuing to climb, steeplyand with little respite, we gained another 680 m in 6.8 km. Reaching the border at 1,017 m, we crossed into Argentina and Parque Nacional Nahuel Huapi.
It was now just gone 10 pm in the evening and in the fading light our thoughts turned to the bothy at Camban where we planned to spend the night. We figured it lay about one hour ahead and were looking forward to a good nights sleep to ready us for the next day’s fun. Twenty minutes later things were not looking so good. A sudden and horrible grating noise meant something a little more serious than a puncture.
RUNNING PARALLEL TO the Harlech-Barmouth road, and overlooking Barmouth and Tremadoc Bay, is a long line of mountains topped by the peaks of Y Lethr, Piphys, Rhinog Fach and Rhinog Fawr. They are sometimes referred to as the Harlech Dome, but it is with the Rhinogs that we are here concerned. To the north of Rhinog Fawr lies the Bwlch Tyddiad, better known as the pass of the Roman Steps, as choice a piece of rough-stuff as one could wish for.
THERE IS NOTHING BETTER than a 100 mile plus ride on a bank holiday Monday, departing Gainsborough my faithful mount for the August days expedition was a custom designed Tifosi Rostra gravel touring bike.
A quick spin around Linn o' Dee to warm up and then I was quickly into the great estate tracks in Mar Lodge Estate. Mar Lodge Estate are doing great work for the forest regeneration in the area and it is a truly magical place to cycle through.
My route to the campsite is uphill, along the road and down a track. It’s a simple site with a great view of the Campsie fells. After all my planning, the hills make me feel that I have finally arrived. They soon disappear in the cloud and rain. It’s a wet and windy welcome to Scotland, but I’m cosy and dry in the tent.

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