Distance today 90 miles in 6hrs 50mins
Height Climbed 4577 feet burning 2354 Kcal
Distance so Far 687 Miles in 51hrs 32mins
Height Climbed 27,869 Feet Burning 19,107 Kcal
We watched the weather forecast this morning. Sunny until lunch time then
heavy showers, moderate north westerly. Just the right weather for a mountain
pass then? Yes, I know it has a trunk road and a railway over it, but they both
get closed due to weather, they even have snow gates. It is very open over the top.
I started on the same B road out of Kinross, but soon turned off onto a
walking and cycle friendly road. There was no traffic, no cars, cyclists or
walkers. There was the odd settlement, there were cars parked, but no one to be
seen. Quite remarkable.
The route comes close to the A9, and uses back roads and roads that were
once clearly the main road, now bypassed. Sometimes I could
see it, sometimes
hear it, as I could the railway.
There was a section which stated it was "Road Closed". Please NO!
The alternative is the A9. I am going to have to give it a try. The closer is
not far. I get close to it, ready to carry the bike through, but there is a pedestrian way. Not advertised at either end of this 5 mile section of road.
Not good enough.
At the end of the road as I came into Dunkeld I met a car on a blind bend.
The road was narrow and he slowed and pulled over. The next car, a white fiesta
with a blue bonnet was hugging the inside of the bend, my side, and moving
quickly. I headed for the hedge, swearing loudly, and he/she corrected for the
other side of the road, and they missed me. I stopped and looked back. They
stopped. I gestured to come and have a chat. They drove on.
Through Dunkeld and onto Pitlochry and Blair Atholl. Climbing a little all
the time. The valley was wide but protecting me from the wind along with the
trees. Finally the back road alternative was over and it was onto tracks, many
of which were at first abandoned sections of the A9, ox bow lakes of road. I
climbed out of the trees and into a blocking headwind. Don't panic and twiddle
the pedals.
Then there is a sign warning me of how exposed the path is ahead. How high
it is, and if it rains that I will take the full force of it.
I can see where I am going to go as I can see the lorries on the A9 on the side of the vally. The river is getting smaller, I can see a man
on the other
side. He is tiny, dwarfed by the mountains behind him. I turn to the north, the
wind is now on my side, making headway a little easier. I am tired of going up
now.
Finally I am at the top. There are signs on the cycleway, the road and the
railway. All proclaim a different height, as indeed they are, but the cycle way
seems to have lost a few metres in the climb from the first sign.
The route down is glorious. Brand new tarmac and a wind that appears to have
turned to behind me. I’m off, I love to go fast on descents and the surface is
great. I nearly overshoot a left turn coming off one of the many wooden
bridges, leaning and swearing I stay on the tarmac, noticing the skid marks of
others who have clearly gone into this corner too fast.
It is a lovely run down into Newtonmore. Tired but
happy. I have driven over this road many times and watched the course of this
cycle way, finally I have been able to ride it.
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