I'm starting to realise that mountain bike rides are like a sort of financial transaction.... you pay out on the way up some random hill to hopefully get back your investment plus interest on the way back down.....
Howgill Fell writes a bloody big cheque.... a better hide the bank statement so the wife doesn't spot it sort of cheque
It all started out well enough in the car park Sedbergh on a lovely June day.... or rather it was overcast with low cloud but at least it wasn't actually raining and we were about to spend the day riding bikes so I'll over look the weather. A bit of road and a few farm tracks before we bit the climb proper as the trail runs up the side of a drystone wall. We're just hitting the bottom of the cloud when the trail takes a sharp turn to the right....
Bit on the steep side but it doesn't last too long before the gradient drops to something more sensible.... and then back up to silly steep again. It's going to be one of those climbs
Normally I amuse myself on these occasions by enjoying the scenery, it's not really working out that way today.
This was one of the better views when the cloud cleared a bit. Most of the time 50ft was about it.
Some walkers on their way down expressed some mild surprise at meeting three people pushing bikes up the hill although they did admit that the ride back down might be fun. We landed up making the final climb to the first 'summit' with another group of walkers... yes this climb gets a dip on the way up so you can climb the same bit of height gain again
As we ride of into the dip the walkers suggest it would be a good idea not to ride of the cliff... we say we'll try not to. Bit of down followed by the final bit of up.
Two hours, 4.5 miles and 1800 ft of muttering under my breath about the whole thing being stupid and that pile of rocks is the final, at last, this really is it, top....
Bit of a break for a bite to eat and we're off on the way down.
It starts out fairly simple but quickly gets steep... very steep and tricky. The lack of a horizon is playing tricks with my mind and is telling me this is up hill.... the noise my brakes are making tell me otherwise.
Sometimes the whole being a trail at all just seems a bit too much....
But as we descend into Bowerdale we start to drop below the cloud and the trail starts be ..... a bit more trail like
Bowerdale is the reason for pushing up Howgill fell. It's just about 4 miles and 1200 ft of drop on a tight little ribbon of single track that hangs onto the side of steep sided valley. It's hard to ride with a drop to your right that keeps your mind focused especially when the left hand side of the trail specialises in trying to kick you off by grabbing your peddle. The trail twists and turns as it falls into the valley with sharp little drops into streams that cut the trail. More riding than you really know what to do with....
As you get to the end of the valley it starts to open out before you run out onto the open fells.
So does Bowerdale pay back the debt run up by Howgill Fell..... yep.
And then some.
So that was the mornings fun. The single track takes a break for in no particular order a bit of road, lunch, the worlds lumpiest field to cross, pub stop and a bastard road climb and were off again.
The trail heads back to Sedberg by running along the other side of the hills that make up one side of Bowerdeale.
We're back in the cloud as we start the drop along the side of the hill.
But it's a bit more broken this time so there is a glimpse of the view.
We climb and drop along the valley side just below the bottom of the could. The trail alternates between fast and technical before we cut though a farm to land up in the worlds second most lumpy field.
The trail wasn't much use unless you were on a scooter so over the bumps is was...
This one turned out to be a lot of fun
The field leads into a little wood... trail a bit on the gnarly side...
Still running along the side of the hill, sometimes following the contours other times climbing and dropping down again. The trail varying between single track and open wider paths.... this bit thinks it might want to be a stream when it grows up
The big hump in the background is Howgill Fell, we're getting a better view of it now than when we were on it.
The trail starts to narrow as it turns from a path to a sheep trail.
Some of the locals, they didn't say hello....
The trail slowly drops down the hill with just enough gradient to keep your momentum up without having to work the peddles too much before finishing with a little run through some trees.
Strangely fitting gentle end to an epic route that jams in more riding in 25 miles than most places can manage in 50.
If I try not to remember the first climb up Howgill then this has got to be one of my favorite rides. A
big day out that covers so many different types of trails. Tight twisting single track others fast and open. Most of the height gain is dealt with in two, admittedly, hard climbs leaving the rest of the ride to run the contours or drop with varying degrees of steepness. Any other climbs are short and usually technical enough to keep your mind off the uphillness of it all.
The thing about the first climb up Howgill is even when I do remember it this is still one of my favorite rides
Strava stuff...
https://www.strava.com/activities/330250094?segment_created=trueSundays ride to follow