Saturday morning I pedaled out of town with the idea of riding a long loop on that early spring like day. The mercury had jumped up a notch, the snow was wet and falling off the trees. Things were dripping and melting. I chose an easy ascent above the lake thinking I would have a good chance to find rideable trails, but little did I know that I’d spend most of the six hour adventure hiking with the bike dangling around my shoulder. After a long hike through the forest to reach the Twannberg, I found some snowmobile tracks leading into Lamboing. Once on the main road, I stayed on it to save time and reach Nods. Despite a sign in Nods indicating that the Chasseral pass was closed, I thought I could ride up far enough and hike the rest of it to the top. Well, that idea got killed as soon as I passed the last row of homes and the street ended under three feet of snow. I turned around to head to the snowshoe trail and rode the first mile of it. My rear tire failed to find enough grip for more. I shouldered my bike one more time for the long, arduous climb to the Chasseral. Exhausted I reached the top. When I dropped my bike into the snow, my whole right side was numb. It took a few minutes to regain control of my right arm. I rode to the antenna for a few photos and then made a huge mistake by taking the crest trail going east. I was able to ride at first, but then ended up hiking all the rest. The snow was too deep and too soft for the narrow 2.3 inch tires. A fat-bike would have handled it, I’m pretty sure. If I want to enjoy and actually ride such snow adventures, I should consider building such a monster with 4 inch tires and gears. Once at the Place Centrale I descended to the Jorat on the bike. The normally easy stretch to Evilard however, popped me off the bike one last time. These were six good hours outside on a splendid day, but the little I rode, I won’t repeat this any time soon. This was a day for a fat-bike, snowshoes or skis.
I ran into a couple of strangers, most were fun conversations, one wasn’t. A mentally blinkered lady on skis was upset that I had the audacity to ride a bike on her mountain. It amazes me that some people go outside to do something fun, but instead of finding enjoyment, they to their thing with a grumpy face. Oh well. At the top of the Chasseral I had a nice chat with a guy on skis who noticed my 29 inch wheels. Later on the crest trail, I crossed an old runner who came up the trail in shorts - freaking shorts. He pulled out his camera to take a picture of me hiking with the bike. I should have done the same and shot a photo of a crazy old dude in shorts.
| Distance: | 50.5 km (31.4 mi) |
| Elevation: | 1’594 m (5’230 ft) |
| Time: | 05:56:22 |
| Speed (avg/max): | 8.5/64.1 kph (5.3/39.8 mph) |
