After Friday’s reconaissance mission to the Métairie du Milieu de Bienne with the cyclocrosser, I knew that we had some very favorable snow conditions to conquer the Chasseral. Saturday morning, I left early armed with digital and video cameras to do just that. Well, I spent one of the most amazing days on the bike riding miles and miles of tracks that snow-shoers had stomped into the snow. A hobby of others serving mine. Without them, this ride would not have been possible and I totally appreciate that.
Living at about 440 meters above sea level everything outside is currently green and brown. A few snow flakes managed to travel all the way to us, but they pretty much melted on impact. It rained a lot the past few days. Trails are wet and muddy up to an altitude of about 900 meters. Rain down here though meant loads of snow higher up and I was itching to check it out. I easily climbed to Evilard where the ground was only barely covered with snow. I rode through the Jorat then took the Charriere Trail to reach Les Près d’Orvin. Here, I had to push the bike for the first time. I was back in the saddle once I hopped on the road and for the lower section of the climb that followed through the Bois des Ràpes. Midway into that climb, I had to shoulder the bike and find my way to the top hiking through more than knee-deep snow. What’s usually a rather speedy climb on the singlespeed turned into a hike at a pace of about 3.4 kph on average.
I was hoping to find groomed cross-country ski runs at the top. To my disappointment there were none, so I hiked several miles west until I crossed path with a snowcat who was putting down a cross-country ski run. I used it to reach the Place Centrale quicker but kept walking. I would have caused too much damage trying to ride it. It’s a cross-country ski run and not a bike trail after all. The descent into Les Près d’Orvin went trough deep snow, was fun, treacherous and not without several crashes. Each of them was a result of the front wheel diving deeply into the snow. Other than losing my Vincero water bottle those crashes had soft landings. To get home, I turned into the Spaghetti Trail, which always seems rather easy in the snow. I rode all the rocky sections; actually benefitting from the snow holding the bike in a steady trajectory. I’m looking forward to more such excursions and hope for lower temperatures and firmer snow surfaces.
Well, hello 2012. I left the land of the holey cheese for Christmas and New Years and spent it in good old Northern California, which for my taste buds, makes much finer cheese than alpine Helvetia. The bikes had to stay at home and 29in.ch went forgotten while I overdosed on GT’s Kombucha, Maine Root Ginger Brew, Chai BaBa Chai and an occasional Zin. Yes, I was a regular at Whole Foods and wish they’d invade Switzerland so that the country would finally get a grocery store where choice isn’t a foreign word. One can always hope.
I’m glad to report that Apple USA fixed my MacBook without charging an arm and a leg and did so within a few days. Customer service and efficiency, Americans definitely got those down. Need another example? Went to Macy’s and bought a pile of clothes, 50-60% off. Telling the sales girl that we have no Macy’s card because we’re visiting from abroad, she pulls a bunch of extra rebate codes out of a drawer and scans one after the other until one goes through and takes another 15% off. The money saved on those clothes and the laptop repair paid for my plane ticket alone.
MacBook operating again, I whipped up a short video with the footage taken back in December. Still need to find the right settings to convert and upload an iMovie project to Youtube within a reasonable time frame. Any good tips on that?
