Yesterday John, Anne and I climbed Mt. Bouquet from the west side, an insanely steep 4.5 km climb at an average of 9.5%. We all had great times, despite the pull of gravity, but alas, Anne was the only one who had a device whose Strava didn’t crap out on them. John and I will have to just tell each other stories about ‘that day we crushed Bouquet’, because no-one else will believe us…or more probably, care.
Well, not one to be defeated easily by technology (it defeats me over time instead), I rode out to climb Bouquet again, this time from the ‘easy’ east side, with it’s crazy ramps of 20+%. Here’s is part of my approach.
The poppies are everywhere you look down here at the moment, and they last forever, so not too late to book a flight! The climb was heart-wrenching, in the sense that it felt like my heart was being wrenched from my body, but good, and I set a personal best of 20:24, beating my best of last year by a minute or so. All this as I just get older every year. It can’t last forever.
Here’s is a dastardly steep section, looking back.
And a particularly pretty view on the way down.
And one more from the phone heading north to complete my loop. I could even see the Alps to the east today – snow-capped as you know, if you’ve been watching the Giro.
All in all a great 2-hr ride on some new roads. But really Strava (or my Android), next time record my ride so I won’t need to repeat these climbs. It hurts.