But enough of that, I should carry on from where I left off!
After the debacle that was my 'race' in Nelson I was very keen to hit the road and get some fun miles in. So having had a big curry in the grounds of the church in Nelson (causing "curry induced comas", Owen Hughes) post race and a final big breakfast at Owen's parent's place we set off. Owen, Andy and myself spun through the first 20km into town fairly easily (in reality that should be steadily or slowly, it still wasn't easy!), in town we met up with Vaughan and set off for the 90km to St Arnaud, making a first day total of 110km on the road. The end of the ride was pretty rolling which saw us all run out of food/water at pretty much the same point. I do have to admit to bonking first though, not much fun crawling up road hills in bottom gear when you would normally be bouncing up them. The descents however gave us all a chance to perfect our speed tucks, with Owen and Vaughan pushing out the best top speeds as my bag worked pretty much as a tuck-limiter (I couldn't get down too low as I then couldn't lift my head to see because my helmet hit the 'rucksack') so my pure tour style, sat on the top tube tucks that I have recently learnt couldn't be used to their full extent.
|Vaughan tucking (photo taken at speed on the bike)|
When we finally made to to St. Arnaud we all knew where our priorities lay, so instead of going to Vaughan's bach we went to the general store and loaded up on pies, crisps, water and whatever else we fancied before grabbing some beers (Monteiths Radlers being the beer of choice for the trip, perfect for a Southerner like me, full strength shandy pretty much) before rolling on to the bach, where a beer or two was consumed along with crisps (with the pretence of restoring salts). With the best intentions of heading on to the lake to swim and relax we all collapsed and slept for a good hour.
We did make it the lake however, and it was well worth it, so refreshing and relaxing. Stunning setting too, not worth really talking about it more, suffice to say that bib shorts where a good idea (diving in without was just asking for trouble).
|Doesn't get much better really. Howies as (www.howies.co.uk)|
The Rainbow Road starts off as a tar sealed road before becoming a gravel road which you have to pay to use, it runs from Rainbow station through Molesworth and onto St. James. The route we had planned was to go along the Rainbow Road until we got to Lake Tennyson and hang a right onto the new St. James cycleway before overnighting at the Lake Guyon hut. The second off road day would see us ride out from Lake Guyon on the St. James cycleway which would take us to the St. James Homestead and back onto the end of the Rainbow Road before hopping over Jack's Pass and into Hanmer.
Early on on the gravel section we had a stop to check out a bridge over the river Wairau which was really beautiful. We persuaded Vaughan to come with us to this point before he left us. The swing bridge has a one person limit, but is definitely a good one, not one of these 2 wire ones.
|Vaughan crossing the river, photo taken from a large lump of rock on the other side of the river.|
|The clouds that had been shrouding the hills for most of the early morning started to clear to reveal some stunning views|
|Like this! Note the pylons through the middle, the Rainbow Road follows these and services them.|
|This is the top of the last pass of the day, heading away from Lake Tennyson and onto the St. James cycleway|
|Out of order photo and not from my lens. The obligatory bib-short photo atop Island Saddle (pre-Tennyson)|
|Stunning views and a less trodden track on the St. James. The trail continued to deteriorate into fun singletrack|
|The view from Lake Guyon alone was worth the ride|
We got out fire going (or rather Andy and Owen got the fire going as I wondered around slightly bewildered by the whole experience and not wanting to cock it up) and got some water on for out freeze dried meal. These seemed to be our best option in St. Arnaud and turned out ok, but my lamb chunks ended up being quite crunchy (probably due to a lack of patience on my part), the thought of these the next morning turned my stomach.
The decision taken that night was that we would pack up before it got light and head out to try and get away from the sandflies before having breakfast somewhere down the track. As such it was a steady, very cold start. All of us had toe and finger pain from the cold, with the sun taking a long time to get across the valley to us.
|The start of our day having had breakfast just down on the flat behind me.|
I think I'm going to leave it there for today, I will pick up on that thread soon and take you the rest of the way to Hanmer and maybe a little beyond. Once again I will leave with a photo, from the lens of Owen Hughes; the end of the St. James cycleway.