A patch of grass next to the trail at Loch Affric. In three times racing the Highland Trail, this was the first time I was able to rest here. Normally this would be one of the worst sections of the route for midges. This year they were still absent, much to my surprise. Half an hour ago I had dinner, potato salad and a sandwich, enjoying the tranquillity of the evening and the last dry hours. Soon the skies would open again as they did on the first two days of the race. Two hours ago I briefly stopped at the hostel, bought some supplies and pushed on. I had almost entirely eaten my supplies for the night on the push up to the Camban Bothy. The hostel, just a few miles further down the valley, was a welcome resupply stop. While a warm bed was tempting, I decided against sleep and for pushing on.
Seit langem mal wieder ein Eintrag in deutsch. Nachdem das Wild About Argyll Video mittlerweile mehr als 30,000 Aufrufe hatte, habe ich mich entschlossen, nun auch eine deutsche Version des Videos herauszubringen. Gründe dafür gibt es viele. Einer ist eine Reisereportage über die Route, welche am 16. Februar in der…
My feelings about gravel bikes were mixed. I never warmed up to the idea of drop bars and off-road. This combination only offered limited attraction to me, but I was proven totally wrong since I started working on this project. It is the nature of gravel riding, fast and adventurous…
Sitting in an empty office, well equipped with a sleeping couch, shower and kitchen I am writing this sitting in the middle of Hamburg. After cycling 310 km, which started with cold temperatures, which then changed into heavy rain and while the temperature gradually rose during the day, the wind…
3 days, 14 hours, 710 km. My fourth ride home for Christmas is history, this time with gears on a Surly Straggler. I thoroughly enjoyed the long distance grinding again, with added spice thrown in on the last two days, where I stuck to gravel wherever I could. Instead of…
