Tomintoul to Newtonmore Scotland June 17, 2013
On paper at least, today was billed by Wilderness Scotland as the signature day of this trip, and it did not disappoint. We left Tomintoul and the fabulous Argyle B&B run by the too-nice Diane and her husband Steve, both of whom hailed from South Africa originally. Each morning here we are treated to what they call a "full highland breakfast". Do you know what "full highland breakfast" means in Canada-English? It means a boatload of food, that's what it means.
Your first course for a full highland breakfast is cold cereal, porridge, or yoghurt and fruit. Then the second course is like a full breakfast of eggs, sausage, blood pudding (say what??), toast, croissants, butter, jam, fruit, cheese, coffee, tea, juice, and more. It is awesome. Unfortunately for me, my titanium mountain bike frame crumbled under the load of all that food this morning. Seriously. Actually, it didn't, but it is a lot of food nevertheless.
Well, we sure needed that breakfast today, I will tell you. What a day of touring, mostly on the north side of the Cairngorm Massif, which is the defining topographical characteristic of Scotland. They are Rockies-like in scope and size.Today we started up a mountain bike track and followed a river until we crossed another in an endless series of sheep pastures/bogs/grass. That just sucks I must say. Thereafter we climbed (or shall I say we walked) a 20%+ grade to the top of a small mountain and then had a cool descent to a coffee break/SAG at the Wilderness Scotland van.
Guess what...after coffe (the Scots love their coffee) more sheep pasture/bog stuff (which again sucked) and then a stiff climb to a mountain top vista that was spectacular. What followed though was unforgettable. It had started to rain (what the Scots call "a wee bit of liquid sunshine") and yet, despite the rain, the next part of the descent was beyond description. We rode between two mountains down a glen and then into a carpeted forest canopy that had the most lustrous verdant shades/hues of green that I have ever seen. Lunch was next (great picnic by the river) and even the rain stopped at that point. After lunch we had thrilling descents through lush forests. Twists, turns, river crossings (I rode across a 20 foot wide river today – a first for me), jumps, rock gardens, and more. It was tons of fun. It was also a ton of work. Lots and lots of climbing. And the climbing is steep. And the steepness is covered in wet, loose, rocks/stones/boulders. Mountain biking requires a different toughness than road cycling. 67kms today was about five hours of riding and I would equate this to a 125-130km day because the climbing (about 3,000 feet) is compressed into 40 or so miles.
Anyway, Scotland is beautiful, the people are beyond friendly, and this is quite the experience. Each day I am getting more comfortable with the technical stuff. Today I went over a slippery rock field in the rain and rode over a fast-moving river without thinking twice, which is something I would not have event thought about doing two days ago. But I am tired and I do have few boo-boos from the riding.
We have a big day tomorrow and I am going to sleep now. Maybe I will wait for Adam though before I go to our room. Right now he is outside this lovely B&B, drinking local scotch, and listening to the guides play bird calls on their iPhones. We are having the best time together.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
As advertised...WIlderness Scotland
Aboyne to Tomintoul Scotland June 16, 2013
There are no words to truly describe Scotland's raw natural beauty. It is so different than any place I have been. I know there are cities and towns across Scotland (we have seen a number of them ourselves already, so we know they are there) but the sheer emptiness of this country staggers the mind. I know some clever writer some time ago remarked that there are more sheep than people in Scotland, and based on what we have seen so far, that does ring true to a certain extent. The country is awesome to look at up close, the way we have the past couple of days.
At one point today, as we were riding through a glen (valley) in the Cairngorm mountains, Adam looked at the vista and referenced both the tour company we are with and our environs when he simply remarked "as advertised...Wilderness Scotland".
Today was an incredibly long hard day of mountain biking, at least for us (about 40 miles and over 3,000 feet of climbing). The other rider with us (Patrick) is way better than we are so there have been times when he and the guides have had to wait for us at certain junctures. They aren't complaining (yet), so we'll just have to push on.
Today started with a nice breakfast (great waffles) at the hotel we stayed at in Aboyne. To say last night's hotel was a dump, is doing dumps a disservice. It was the second worst hotel I stayed at in my life (the worst being a hotel in John Day Oregon three years ago on my bike trip where someone found a half-eaten burger under their bed). This hotel had a room that had two squished mini-beds, no drinking cups, a little TV with no remote, and had heat pouring out of every radiator in our room and throughout the building. Our windows would not stay open, there was no place to hold a roll of toilet paper, the room had flies in it, the shower was the size of a phone booth, and there was no internet. Oh yeah, at 2AM a drunken bunch of idiots had a party and because the walls were paper thin, I was up all night (Adam slept through it though). Adam and I lost 5 pounds last night. It was like being in the hot box in the movie Bridge on the River Kwai. Tonight we are in a charming B&B with hot water, a cool room, internet, no flies, and a South African owner by the name of Diane who (after she insisted I ask her on bended knee) offered to do our laundry (we better buy her a nice gift). What a difference this makes after a long day of riding.
So let's review what we did today. We left the shit-hole hotel and charming little village of Aboyne at 9:15 in sunshine and made our way along another bike path that was once a railway line. These paths (Britain's version of the US "rails to trails" project) are everywhere and they are great to ride on. We rode this path to a mountain bike trailhead and did some amazing single track routes and worked on our skills (which are sadly lacking for this terrain). We did really well during the first part of the morning. We stopped at a cute town for coffee (Adam had a scone) and then did a not-so-fun trip through a sheep pasture that involved a lot of walking and mud and trudging through gorse. I could have lived without that.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention that yesterday we saw a deer, and both days we have seen thousands of sheep, rabbits, and other natural wildlife.
We stopped for a picnic lunch by an ancient stone bridge and then proceeded to work our way up and through the eastern part of the Cairngorm mountains. This was a 30km ride that involved a ton of climbing, numerous technical descents and more than our fair share of walking. However, this terrain was simply incredible to ride through though. Immense mountains (still with some snow), vast glens, raging clear streams, and thankfully no rain. There was not a human being in sight. Sheep, sheep, and plenty of sheep. What incredible views though. Just staggering. Adam and I (by necessity) have been learning mountain biking skills at a fast pace. Today we did some stuff we have never done (and still can't believe we did!). We rode up rock gardens, down rock gardens, through mud and even rode across several 15-20 foot wide streams. That was hard work but it was fun too.
But boy is mountain bike different than road cycling. The hard paths are just fine. As soon as we are on what they call "single track" though, things change in a hurry. Your riding slows to a crawl, you are constantly worried about falling, the ups and downs are steep, and the descents themselves are hair raising because of exposed rocks, tree roots, streams, and mud. We are doing the best we can, learning as we go, but it is a whole new experience for both of us and is thrilling in a "theme park-roller coaster" kind of way.
So we just came back from an excellent dinner (who said the food in Scotland isn't good). The guides we are with are so nice and our riding mate Patrick is a super nice interesting guy. All-in-all it is quite the adventure for Adam and I. More to come tomorrow, as we cross the mighty Cairngorm mountains, home to the highest peaks in the UK.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Don't worry if you get lost...
Aberdeen to Aboyne Scotland June 15, 2013
What an incredible day we had today. We were picked up in Inverness by one of our Wilderness Scotland guides Graham and he drove me, Adam, and the other cyclist on our tour (Patrick) from Inverness to Aberdeen. The drive took 3 hours and was quite nice. Once we got to Aberdeen, Graham found our other Wilderness Scotland guide Dave and we linked up at the coast (the North Sea to be precise). There we were fitted to our rental mountain bikes (very nice equipment with full suspension). The guides are very nice and so is our riding partner Patrick, who is a vastly superior mountain biker to us, having taken mountain bike trips to India, Turkey, and Greece, just to name a few spots.
Anyway, Scotland is just beautiful, and the weather thus far has been un-Scotland-like. Today was partly sunny with some threatening clouds, but thankfully we stayed dry. We had a headwind almost all the way, but as the locals described it, it was a wee headwind.
Getting back to the title of today's blog...when we started riding, Graham said to us, "don't worry if you get lost...just keep riding into the wind for six days, and you will find your way to our final destination". He laughed as he said it, but at the beginning of a long day, that was not what I was dying to hear. Yes, we did ride into a stiff headwind, but given that we were dry and relatively warm, it seemed like a good trade-off.
We started off in Aberdeen on a converted railway bed that took us right out to the country. We moved off the trail and went off-road for the next 15 or so kms until we had a picnic lunch in a small village on the way. Then we rode for about 15kms into the wind on quiet Scottish side roads, but we were trucking uphill into the wind which was a drag.
By the way, kudos go to our old ABB riding mate Ian Peden for learning how to ride on the "wrong side of the road" so well in 2010. We have had to learn to look back over our right shoulders while on the road, and looking left for car doors opening. It is weird and definitely takes getting used to.
Back to today. The ride took us through an incredibly remote part of Scotland. Barren, untamed, and near-mountainous. The final part of our ride saw us cut across sheep/cattle pastures past an incredibly creepy castle called Brise Castle. We rode 10kms up and over a big mountain with pitches of 15-20%. It took us forever. Then we had an incredible descent into this little village. Because of our late start today, we didn't get to the hotel until 7:30PM. We quickly showered in our little phone booth shower (standard Sottish hotel size). We just got back from dinner (delicious fish and chips) and are definitely ready for bed. It is almost 11PM local time. Whew!
Sorry I don't have time to write more tonight, but in the next few days, I will talk about the Wilderness Scotland tour company, mountain biking versus road cycling, Scotland in general, and how my boy Adam is doing (i'll give you a hint...he's tired and was just a tad cranky going up the mountain today...).
Check back in tomorrow for more news from gorgeous Scotland.
What an incredible day we had today. We were picked up in Inverness by one of our Wilderness Scotland guides Graham and he drove me, Adam, and the other cyclist on our tour (Patrick) from Inverness to Aberdeen. The drive took 3 hours and was quite nice. Once we got to Aberdeen, Graham found our other Wilderness Scotland guide Dave and we linked up at the coast (the North Sea to be precise). There we were fitted to our rental mountain bikes (very nice equipment with full suspension). The guides are very nice and so is our riding partner Patrick, who is a vastly superior mountain biker to us, having taken mountain bike trips to India, Turkey, and Greece, just to name a few spots.
Anyway, Scotland is just beautiful, and the weather thus far has been un-Scotland-like. Today was partly sunny with some threatening clouds, but thankfully we stayed dry. We had a headwind almost all the way, but as the locals described it, it was a wee headwind.
Getting back to the title of today's blog...when we started riding, Graham said to us, "don't worry if you get lost...just keep riding into the wind for six days, and you will find your way to our final destination". He laughed as he said it, but at the beginning of a long day, that was not what I was dying to hear. Yes, we did ride into a stiff headwind, but given that we were dry and relatively warm, it seemed like a good trade-off.
We started off in Aberdeen on a converted railway bed that took us right out to the country. We moved off the trail and went off-road for the next 15 or so kms until we had a picnic lunch in a small village on the way. Then we rode for about 15kms into the wind on quiet Scottish side roads, but we were trucking uphill into the wind which was a drag.
By the way, kudos go to our old ABB riding mate Ian Peden for learning how to ride on the "wrong side of the road" so well in 2010. We have had to learn to look back over our right shoulders while on the road, and looking left for car doors opening. It is weird and definitely takes getting used to.
Back to today. The ride took us through an incredibly remote part of Scotland. Barren, untamed, and near-mountainous. The final part of our ride saw us cut across sheep/cattle pastures past an incredibly creepy castle called Brise Castle. We rode 10kms up and over a big mountain with pitches of 15-20%. It took us forever. Then we had an incredible descent into this little village. Because of our late start today, we didn't get to the hotel until 7:30PM. We quickly showered in our little phone booth shower (standard Sottish hotel size). We just got back from dinner (delicious fish and chips) and are definitely ready for bed. It is almost 11PM local time. Whew!
Sorry I don't have time to write more tonight, but in the next few days, I will talk about the Wilderness Scotland tour company, mountain biking versus road cycling, Scotland in general, and how my boy Adam is doing (i'll give you a hint...he's tired and was just a tad cranky going up the mountain today...).
Check back in tomorrow for more news from gorgeous Scotland.
Friday, June 14, 2013
You’ll not see the monster at Loch Ness today…
Inverness Scotland June 14, 2013
"You'll not see the monster at Loch Ness today". That was what we were told by our cab driver Jim as he drove us out to Loch Ness for our two hour cruise of the Loch and subsequent tour of the Urquhart Castle ruins. I asked Jim why we weren't going to see the monster (or Nessie, as the locals refer to her). His response...
"Because the monster woke up in my bed this morning."
Adam and I laughed our asses off at that one even though Jim has probably delivered that line dozens of times over the years. His timing was perfect I must admit, and then he did go on to tell us his wife was truly a wonderful person. That was the start of a great day here in Northern Scotland, and it only got better. We went to bed last night at around 8PM. We were up a few times but basically slept until 8AM. Wow, were we tired. Last night we had pasta/pizza (pretty good), then a McFlurry (no ice cream shops near us in Inverness), and conked out quickly thereafter.
This morning we had breakfast and then booked the Loch Ness cruise. The cruise left from the dock of the Clansmen Hotel (note that thankfully the Clansmen is spelled with a "C", not a "K"). Shockingly, there was a Nessie gift shop nearby. That was surprising! We boarded the boat and sailed south on Loch Ness in sunny, mild weather. What an incredibly beautiful area. Wild, semi-mountainous, green, and the loch is like a gash in the mountains. We cruised for about 30 minutes down to the ruins of Urquhart Castle. This is a fort that was strategically located on the west side of Loch Ness and was built over 700 years ago. It was cool to walk through the ruins and see the way the castle must have worked when it was being lived in.
Here is the wikepedia link on Urquhart Castle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urquhart_Castle
Then we grabbed a cab and went to see Cawdor Castle on the other side of Inverness. On the way, we passed the Culloden battlefield where an important war was fought in the 1700's. The battlefield didn't look like much to see despite it's significance historically. Anyway, Cawdor Castle was really interesting with amazing grounds and gardens (mazes, perfectly manicured hedges, classic English lords and ladies stuff). Unlike Urquhart Castle, this castle is in fine shape and Angelika Cawdor, the Dowager Countess Cawdor still resides in the castle seven months of the year when it is not open to the public. What a fun thing to see. It also had a nine hole golf course on its grounds. This castle was mentioned in Shakespeare's Macbeth as well (even though it was not built until after the Macbeth character would have lived). We saw pictures of the Dowager Countess in the castle – what a beautiful woman. Just stunning. Then we read stories about how crazily dysfunctional the modern Cawdor family is (to this day).
Here is the wikepedia link on Cawdor Castle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cawdor_Castle
We also had great cab rides with colourful talkative drivers. The Scots love to chat and there is always music playing no matter where you go. That reminded Adam of a funny line from the show Arrested Development. As narrated by Ron Howard, the line goes something like this:
"That's the thing about Scottish music. You can't tell if it is good music played poorly, or poor music played well".
No disrespect intended (because we love the music we are hearing), but that is a pretty funny line nonetheless. We're going to shower now and walk into town for dinner. We'll go to bed early tonight because we start riding tomorrow, and I think, given all the mountains we can see from our hotel, we are going to need all the rest we can get.
"You'll not see the monster at Loch Ness today". That was what we were told by our cab driver Jim as he drove us out to Loch Ness for our two hour cruise of the Loch and subsequent tour of the Urquhart Castle ruins. I asked Jim why we weren't going to see the monster (or Nessie, as the locals refer to her). His response...
"Because the monster woke up in my bed this morning."
Adam and I laughed our asses off at that one even though Jim has probably delivered that line dozens of times over the years. His timing was perfect I must admit, and then he did go on to tell us his wife was truly a wonderful person. That was the start of a great day here in Northern Scotland, and it only got better. We went to bed last night at around 8PM. We were up a few times but basically slept until 8AM. Wow, were we tired. Last night we had pasta/pizza (pretty good), then a McFlurry (no ice cream shops near us in Inverness), and conked out quickly thereafter.
This morning we had breakfast and then booked the Loch Ness cruise. The cruise left from the dock of the Clansmen Hotel (note that thankfully the Clansmen is spelled with a "C", not a "K"). Shockingly, there was a Nessie gift shop nearby. That was surprising! We boarded the boat and sailed south on Loch Ness in sunny, mild weather. What an incredibly beautiful area. Wild, semi-mountainous, green, and the loch is like a gash in the mountains. We cruised for about 30 minutes down to the ruins of Urquhart Castle. This is a fort that was strategically located on the west side of Loch Ness and was built over 700 years ago. It was cool to walk through the ruins and see the way the castle must have worked when it was being lived in.
Here is the wikepedia link on Urquhart Castle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urquhart_Castle
Then we grabbed a cab and went to see Cawdor Castle on the other side of Inverness. On the way, we passed the Culloden battlefield where an important war was fought in the 1700's. The battlefield didn't look like much to see despite it's significance historically. Anyway, Cawdor Castle was really interesting with amazing grounds and gardens (mazes, perfectly manicured hedges, classic English lords and ladies stuff). Unlike Urquhart Castle, this castle is in fine shape and Angelika Cawdor, the Dowager Countess Cawdor still resides in the castle seven months of the year when it is not open to the public. What a fun thing to see. It also had a nine hole golf course on its grounds. This castle was mentioned in Shakespeare's Macbeth as well (even though it was not built until after the Macbeth character would have lived). We saw pictures of the Dowager Countess in the castle – what a beautiful woman. Just stunning. Then we read stories about how crazily dysfunctional the modern Cawdor family is (to this day).
Here is the wikepedia link on Cawdor Castle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cawdor_Castle
We also had great cab rides with colourful talkative drivers. The Scots love to chat and there is always music playing no matter where you go. That reminded Adam of a funny line from the show Arrested Development. As narrated by Ron Howard, the line goes something like this:
"That's the thing about Scottish music. You can't tell if it is good music played poorly, or poor music played well".
No disrespect intended (because we love the music we are hearing), but that is a pretty funny line nonetheless. We're going to shower now and walk into town for dinner. We'll go to bed early tonight because we start riding tomorrow, and I think, given all the mountains we can see from our hotel, we are going to need all the rest we can get.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Planes, trains, automobiles, buses, taxis, and bikes
Inverness Scotland June 13, 2013
We made it to Scotland today, but we are still on the train to Inverness which is in the northwestern part of the country. The way this ride is organized, we meet the tour leader/guide in Inverness Saturday morning and then we drive back to Aberdeen on the east coast of Scotland to start the cycling westward across the country the same day.
Needless to say, it has been a full day. Actually, it has been a full week or two.
Just over a week ago, The Duchess and I took our kids (including Adam’s girlfriend Jess) to Vegas. We had a great time seeing Santana (awesome), improv superstar Wayne Brady at the Mirage (and yes, his show was one of the best shows I have ever seen in Vegas), as well as the spectacular "O" by Cirque de Soleil at the Bellagio. We hung out in the sports book (where we lost money on the Blue Jays), the pool, the gym/spa, and the casino. We didn’t do too badly gambling and had a great time with the kids.
As soon as we got back Adam and I pressed on with our training the best we could. Adam’s shoulder was quite sore and the weather has been horrible, so our training was limited. We did manage to squeeze our mountain biking lessons in though, which was a good thing. To paraphrase a quote from a movie I love ”...what we don’t know about mountain biking is a lot...” (who can guess the movie?). We signed up for mountain biking lessons with a company called Sacred Rides and our instructor was an incredibly nice/talented guy named Nate Lessnick. He was very patient with us and taught us fundamental mountain biking techniques, many of which are entirely unrelated to road cycling – stuff like the ready position, ratcheting, hopping, and where to keep one’s weight when going uphill, downhill, or on rough terrain. We had no idea how much we did not know about mountain biking technique. It was incredibly helpful and gave us a much needed shot of minimal confidence. We rode all throughout the Bayview ravine which has incredible mountain bike trails, right in the heart of Toronto. We definitely did not do enough training for this trip, but the last week was good for us. It doesn’t matter now though, we can’t train anymore. The die is cast I guess.
In between training, I played golf a couple of times including my first competitive match ever. I lost 5&4 (which in match play means I lost after the 14th hole). I played poorly but at least the guy I played was nice. Then Duchie and I played a mixed match and we lost on the 18th hole when our opponent sunk a 6 foot putt to beat us. Duchie played really well, but I was like an anchor. Too many missed tee shots, and I failed to convert a crucial 5 footer of my own that might have been the difference in the match. The Duchess said something afterwards to the effect that she was tired of carrying something all day during our match, and I don’t think she was referring to her golf bag. I wonder what she meant by that????
I also forgot that my cousin Jenny was in town last week on business so we took her to our favorite Chinese restaurant (Lee Gardens), fed her a lobster in black bean sauce (which she loved) and had a great time. Jenny is a great girl and we had such a nice time with her. Then just this past Sunday, Duchie had the whole family over for a BBQ to celebrate Lauren and Sam’s graduation and to send Adam and I off with a flourish. Way to go Duchie!
So here I am writing this blog on a wifi-less train in Scotland. The weather is sunny and warm here, but we are not optimistic enough to think this will be the weather we’ll see all week. So far, Scotland has been beautiful to look at. Rolling hills, snow-capped mountains, and everything looks charming and old. But...it has been a long day. We left our house yesterday at 4PM, departed Toronto at 7ish, landed at Heathrow at 6:30AM local time, rushed through Heathrow via the buses that schlep you from terminal to terminal like it was 1972 (what a shitty global hub), passed through UK customs/immigration, walked miles through terminal 5 to find our gate/flight to Edinburgh, found that the gate had changed and ended up having to board another f-ing bus to get to our plane. On the bus to that plane (just as we approached the plane) the bus driver hit the brakes so hard that a few passengers almost flew through the windshield. Jesus H. Christ. Oh yeah, on our flight to London just as we were starting to drift off to sleep, the flight attendant first paged “passenger who knows cousin Mohammed please identify yourself”. Then they paged for a doctor. Then they paged to see if anyone on-board spoke Swedish. Seriously, I am not joking. My boy Adam was a little put off by all this so I took a walk to see what the f—k was going on. I couldn’t find anything out (too big a plane), but it turns out that someone opened an overhead compartment and was nearly knocked out by a bag, so they needed a doctor. They actually found one on board but he was Swedish. Just a little added drama to keep us from relaxing too much in this fab post-9/11 world. Anyway, our connecting flight to Edinburgh was delayed because the flight we were on was supposed to be at the gate our Toronto flight came in on but couldn’t go there because of “a medical emergency” (what are the odds of that – our flight to Edinburgh delayed because of the person who got hit on the head with a bag on our flight from Toronto ???). Then once we got our bags in Edinburgh, we had a 40 minute cab ride into that very cool city (we will spend two days there at the end of our mountain biking trip).
Hence the title for today’s blog post. We’ve been on every form of transportation except donkey at this point today.
Anyway, I am so excited to have this father & son adventure with my boy. I don’t know what to expect but I can tell you I wish I traveled by train more. We are zipping along gazing at the rich ancestral fields of Scotland, a little weary but ready for anything. Next stop is Perth, where we change trains for the last leg into Inverness. Should be there by 3:30PM local time. Our plan tomorrow is to film the Loch Ness Monster Nessie (for those of you that don’t know, Inverness is located at the northern end of Loch Ness), and sell the footage for millions. Failing that, maybe we’ll find a pub and get hammered. Better it be beer than Scotch though. I still haven’t acquired a taste for that yet, but who knows, maybe this week I will.
We made it to Scotland today, but we are still on the train to Inverness which is in the northwestern part of the country. The way this ride is organized, we meet the tour leader/guide in Inverness Saturday morning and then we drive back to Aberdeen on the east coast of Scotland to start the cycling westward across the country the same day.
Needless to say, it has been a full day. Actually, it has been a full week or two.
Just over a week ago, The Duchess and I took our kids (including Adam’s girlfriend Jess) to Vegas. We had a great time seeing Santana (awesome), improv superstar Wayne Brady at the Mirage (and yes, his show was one of the best shows I have ever seen in Vegas), as well as the spectacular "O" by Cirque de Soleil at the Bellagio. We hung out in the sports book (where we lost money on the Blue Jays), the pool, the gym/spa, and the casino. We didn’t do too badly gambling and had a great time with the kids.
As soon as we got back Adam and I pressed on with our training the best we could. Adam’s shoulder was quite sore and the weather has been horrible, so our training was limited. We did manage to squeeze our mountain biking lessons in though, which was a good thing. To paraphrase a quote from a movie I love ”...what we don’t know about mountain biking is a lot...” (who can guess the movie?). We signed up for mountain biking lessons with a company called Sacred Rides and our instructor was an incredibly nice/talented guy named Nate Lessnick. He was very patient with us and taught us fundamental mountain biking techniques, many of which are entirely unrelated to road cycling – stuff like the ready position, ratcheting, hopping, and where to keep one’s weight when going uphill, downhill, or on rough terrain. We had no idea how much we did not know about mountain biking technique. It was incredibly helpful and gave us a much needed shot of minimal confidence. We rode all throughout the Bayview ravine which has incredible mountain bike trails, right in the heart of Toronto. We definitely did not do enough training for this trip, but the last week was good for us. It doesn’t matter now though, we can’t train anymore. The die is cast I guess.
In between training, I played golf a couple of times including my first competitive match ever. I lost 5&4 (which in match play means I lost after the 14th hole). I played poorly but at least the guy I played was nice. Then Duchie and I played a mixed match and we lost on the 18th hole when our opponent sunk a 6 foot putt to beat us. Duchie played really well, but I was like an anchor. Too many missed tee shots, and I failed to convert a crucial 5 footer of my own that might have been the difference in the match. The Duchess said something afterwards to the effect that she was tired of carrying something all day during our match, and I don’t think she was referring to her golf bag. I wonder what she meant by that????
I also forgot that my cousin Jenny was in town last week on business so we took her to our favorite Chinese restaurant (Lee Gardens), fed her a lobster in black bean sauce (which she loved) and had a great time. Jenny is a great girl and we had such a nice time with her. Then just this past Sunday, Duchie had the whole family over for a BBQ to celebrate Lauren and Sam’s graduation and to send Adam and I off with a flourish. Way to go Duchie!
So here I am writing this blog on a wifi-less train in Scotland. The weather is sunny and warm here, but we are not optimistic enough to think this will be the weather we’ll see all week. So far, Scotland has been beautiful to look at. Rolling hills, snow-capped mountains, and everything looks charming and old. But...it has been a long day. We left our house yesterday at 4PM, departed Toronto at 7ish, landed at Heathrow at 6:30AM local time, rushed through Heathrow via the buses that schlep you from terminal to terminal like it was 1972 (what a shitty global hub), passed through UK customs/immigration, walked miles through terminal 5 to find our gate/flight to Edinburgh, found that the gate had changed and ended up having to board another f-ing bus to get to our plane. On the bus to that plane (just as we approached the plane) the bus driver hit the brakes so hard that a few passengers almost flew through the windshield. Jesus H. Christ. Oh yeah, on our flight to London just as we were starting to drift off to sleep, the flight attendant first paged “passenger who knows cousin Mohammed please identify yourself”. Then they paged for a doctor. Then they paged to see if anyone on-board spoke Swedish. Seriously, I am not joking. My boy Adam was a little put off by all this so I took a walk to see what the f—k was going on. I couldn’t find anything out (too big a plane), but it turns out that someone opened an overhead compartment and was nearly knocked out by a bag, so they needed a doctor. They actually found one on board but he was Swedish. Just a little added drama to keep us from relaxing too much in this fab post-9/11 world. Anyway, our connecting flight to Edinburgh was delayed because the flight we were on was supposed to be at the gate our Toronto flight came in on but couldn’t go there because of “a medical emergency” (what are the odds of that – our flight to Edinburgh delayed because of the person who got hit on the head with a bag on our flight from Toronto ???). Then once we got our bags in Edinburgh, we had a 40 minute cab ride into that very cool city (we will spend two days there at the end of our mountain biking trip).
Hence the title for today’s blog post. We’ve been on every form of transportation except donkey at this point today.
Anyway, I am so excited to have this father & son adventure with my boy. I don’t know what to expect but I can tell you I wish I traveled by train more. We are zipping along gazing at the rich ancestral fields of Scotland, a little weary but ready for anything. Next stop is Perth, where we change trains for the last leg into Inverness. Should be there by 3:30PM local time. Our plan tomorrow is to film the Loch Ness Monster Nessie (for those of you that don’t know, Inverness is located at the northern end of Loch Ness), and sell the footage for millions. Failing that, maybe we’ll find a pub and get hammered. Better it be beer than Scotch though. I still haven’t acquired a taste for that yet, but who knows, maybe this week I will.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Two weeks to go
Toronto, May 29, 2013
Two weeks to go. We only have two more weeks to go until we leave for Scotland. We are trying to be prepared/trained for this trip, but something is always getting in the way. The primary issue for our training (or lack of training) has been he horrible weather here. It has been so rainy and so cold virtually every time we have wanted to ride. Then we have had mechanical problems that have cut rides short. Since my daughter Lauren had our SUV at school until last Sunday, we haven't been able to drive with our bikes anywhere with decent trails (our bike rack only fits on the SUV). Adam has been working, traveling back and forth to NY, and studying for the CFA exam (that is the financial industry's version of a lawyer-to-be bar exam), so time has been an issue for him.
Then there are other issues. Like last weekend for instance. Even though Adam was in NY I thought it would be a good idea to get some training in, so I went with my daughter Lauren to a mountain biking area about 45 minutes away from the house. We found the trails, rode for 4-5 kms and then somehow we lost the trail and had to bushwhack along an incredibly dense mosquito-laden river for over an hour to reconnect with the trail. I fell a couple of times (my mountain biking technique is not very good), smashed my toenail (it is completely black and I am going to lose it for sure), and emerged beaten, scratched, and less confident than before. I forgot to mention that a couple of weeks ago I signed Adam and I up to a mountain bike skills course of 4 sessions designed to ground us in some basic but important techniques. Unfortunately for us, the first 2 sessions got postponed due to the rain. So last night we finally had our first session.
Sadly, even though our instructor Derek did the best he could, we couldn't even go outside due to torrential rain. We did do an indoor session and even though we were inside, we did learn a lot. Bike set-up, tire pressure (keep them soft for mountain biking), and ride posture were covered. Just as the session was ending, the rain finally let up and we were able to do some riding in the parking lot just to cover the most basic techniques. We learned the "ready position", "ratcheting", and how to properly do a front tire jump. Interestingly, many of the techniques share common themes with road cycling, and anyone who has taken Mike Munk's skill session (like the one we had in Crescent City, CA on the Rode the West trip last September) will relate to some of the stuff we learned last night.
Plus, the equipment and gear is different (and expensive!). Today we have to go get mountain biking shorts and non-clip in shoes. But we are still excited to be going, despite the fact that Ian Peden (an ABB alumni from the 2010 cross-country trip) just posted pictures of snow on the ground in Scotland where we will be riding in 2 weeks. We won't be doing much training in the next few days. The Duchess and I are taking our kids to Vegas to celebrate Lauren and Samantha's 21st birthdays. Now just to prove that I remember how to post a picture to this blog, here is a picture of Lauren from the mountain biking we did last Saturday. More updates to come in the next 2 weeks.
Two weeks to go. We only have two more weeks to go until we leave for Scotland. We are trying to be prepared/trained for this trip, but something is always getting in the way. The primary issue for our training (or lack of training) has been he horrible weather here. It has been so rainy and so cold virtually every time we have wanted to ride. Then we have had mechanical problems that have cut rides short. Since my daughter Lauren had our SUV at school until last Sunday, we haven't been able to drive with our bikes anywhere with decent trails (our bike rack only fits on the SUV). Adam has been working, traveling back and forth to NY, and studying for the CFA exam (that is the financial industry's version of a lawyer-to-be bar exam), so time has been an issue for him.
Then there are other issues. Like last weekend for instance. Even though Adam was in NY I thought it would be a good idea to get some training in, so I went with my daughter Lauren to a mountain biking area about 45 minutes away from the house. We found the trails, rode for 4-5 kms and then somehow we lost the trail and had to bushwhack along an incredibly dense mosquito-laden river for over an hour to reconnect with the trail. I fell a couple of times (my mountain biking technique is not very good), smashed my toenail (it is completely black and I am going to lose it for sure), and emerged beaten, scratched, and less confident than before. I forgot to mention that a couple of weeks ago I signed Adam and I up to a mountain bike skills course of 4 sessions designed to ground us in some basic but important techniques. Unfortunately for us, the first 2 sessions got postponed due to the rain. So last night we finally had our first session.
Sadly, even though our instructor Derek did the best he could, we couldn't even go outside due to torrential rain. We did do an indoor session and even though we were inside, we did learn a lot. Bike set-up, tire pressure (keep them soft for mountain biking), and ride posture were covered. Just as the session was ending, the rain finally let up and we were able to do some riding in the parking lot just to cover the most basic techniques. We learned the "ready position", "ratcheting", and how to properly do a front tire jump. Interestingly, many of the techniques share common themes with road cycling, and anyone who has taken Mike Munk's skill session (like the one we had in Crescent City, CA on the Rode the West trip last September) will relate to some of the stuff we learned last night.
Plus, the equipment and gear is different (and expensive!). Today we have to go get mountain biking shorts and non-clip in shoes. But we are still excited to be going, despite the fact that Ian Peden (an ABB alumni from the 2010 cross-country trip) just posted pictures of snow on the ground in Scotland where we will be riding in 2 weeks. We won't be doing much training in the next few days. The Duchess and I are taking our kids to Vegas to celebrate Lauren and Samantha's 21st birthdays. Now just to prove that I remember how to post a picture to this blog, here is a picture of Lauren from the mountain biking we did last Saturday. More updates to come in the next 2 weeks.
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| my adventurous daughter Lauren with me at Hilton Falls Conservation area before we got lost! |
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Scotland, here we come (in 3 weeks)!
Toronto, May 23, 2013
Three weeks to go!
Well, it's been a while since I did this. Three years in fact. I hope I haven't forgotten how to write a coherent...a coherent...a coherent sentence. Whew, that was close. I guess I can still write. I started thinking about the 2010 cross-country/North America ride this morning when I decided to blog again about my upcoming mountain bike ride across Scotland with my son Adam in three weeks. A lot has changed since 2010. My kids have all graduated from university. Now that they have graduated, my twin daughters are now actively looking to start their careers. My Dad passed away in 2010, I sold all my businesses in 2012 (yes, I am retired and loving it), and The Duchess and I undertook an amazing cycling trip down the Pacific Coast last Fall. After we get back from Scotland, Adam will enrol in the Columbia MBA program this August after having worked as a management consultant in Manhattan the past 3 years.
However some things haven't changed. My favorite sports teams (Leafs, Jays, Bills) still aren't very good (although they are improving), my golf game is barely improving, and despite a lot of time in the gym, my fitness level seems to be at a plateau. We have been trying to get our training in but mountain bike training is different than road bike training. The weather this past spring has been horrible. It has been really cold and wet which makes riding unpleasant. However, while roads do dry fairly quickly after they get wet, mountain bike trails don't, and many trails won't allow you to ride if the track is muddy because it ruins the trail for a while.
Complicating things is the fact that we should have been training over the last 2 months on the weekends but every weekend since the end of March we have been at one of Lauren's softball games either at St. Lawrence (Canton NY, 3.5 hours away), Albany (RPI/Union, 6 hours away), Skidmore (Saratoga Springs, 7 hours away), or Rochester (3.5 hours away). Adam has been working, so weeknights haven't been great, especially with the weather. We have done what we can, but we have not done enough. We will jam as much training as we can into the next three weeks. We are losing one weekend at the end of May because we are taking the whole family (including Adam's girlfriend Jess) to Vegas to celebrate Lauren and Samantha's 21st birthday. Should be fun, and we are seeing Santana at The House of Blues when we are there (assuming I can get The Duchess away from the craps table).
So here are some details about our upcoming trip. We are flying to Edinburgh Scotland on June 12/13 (overnight), and then taking a train to Inverness. Our ride starts June 15, and is 6 full days of riding. We will average 60 kms of riding/day and the average climbing is 1,000 metres/day. It looks hard. We will apparently be riding through the Highlands of Scotland and the word is that the scenery is spectacular. As well, the tour company says we will be riding some of the finest single-track (trails) in the world. The ride starts on the east coast of Scotland in the city of Aberdeen and ends in Ardnamurchan Point, the westernmost point on the mainland of Scotland. We have heard we are going to be near the Queen's summer home at Balmoral, and that we will be in the vicinity of some of the greatest distilleries in the world. Sounds like a Scotch version of Napa/Sonoma Valley. The tour company we are with is Wilderness Scotland. It is guided and well-staffed. Outside magazine rated this tour as one of the "10 must-do" cycling trips in the world. Should be fantastic. And best of all, I have one of my kids with me! I will be blogging more frequently in the next 3 weeks and then everyday while we are away, so hopefully you can come along for the ride, so to speak.
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