Every once in awhile everything comes together just right, 2:15pm Friday 11th Sept. was one of those glorious times.The sweat runs down my face and dries, cooling my cheeks as my eyes focus hard, dropping in on the rock slab on the Rush Up Edge descent. On my left the sheepdog darts to the shepherds whistle. On my right the paragliders swoop and soar. Ahead lies some 27Km of the most intense natural XC riding in the country. The sun is out, the sky is the most intense blue. It’s a beautiful day and I’m riding strong and confident.
The ride starts in Edale, climbs up to Hollins Cross, along to Mam Tor & through the pass to Rush Up Edge. The 1st climb is stiff and technical, it starts on tarmac & once on the dirt requires a few stops to suck down a lung and prepare for each technical feature. You think this is tough? Wait till you get round to Mount Famine & Kinder. This is PROPER mountain biking, everything else has just been preparation. all that time learning to Bunny hop becomes time well spent when approaching water bars down hill at 20mph. You really wouldn’t want your front wheel whipped away by the slants of slate to be punctured & taco’d. You wouldn’t enjoy the long walk home with a broken collarbone sticking out & carrying the bike. Remember sport psychology ! concentrate on what you WANT to happen. Enjoy the ride!!
The next climb from Coldwell Clough to Edale Cross is also a toughie. This is also steep & technical. It’s best attempted with many breathers, by riders who embrace a challenge and are happy to go at their own pace. If you rush this climb it just hurts on every level.
I finally reach the top. The very top. This is Edale Cross. There is literally nothing between here & the car park which “should” involve a pedal stroke. I say “should” because there is one major obsticle: Jacobs Ladder. Once a ponytrack over Kinder Scout, it is now one of the best natural trails I know of. Apparently only 3 people have ever ridden up it ‘clean’, but TBH I’ll be pleased to get down it clean…
Through the gate & the fun starts: rock slab, foot high slate water bars, natural berms, 2 foot step drops, loose rocks the size of your head & steep. This is the 1st time I’ve ridden down it & OMG I’ve never been so focussed. It makes Afan feel like a ride to to the shops & back. I get to the bottom with one dab, no crash, no bone crunching drame. Phew! An old Redsocker holds the gate open for me. I stop, thank him, then extend my shaking left hand & explain “that’s from adrenaline that is”, he replies “I’m not surprised - my heart was racing just watching you!”. We part with a mutual smile of those that understand the joy the hills can bring.
The trail is fast & smooth after ‘Jacobs’, just the odd rock to pop a jump off or gravel patch to slid the rear out. The roll back down to the car is a relieved, relaxed, joyous spin. The Peak is a lonely place to crash, the yellow helicopter flies over often & is a stark reminder of your mortality. I’ve palpable sense of relief, even slight hysteria that I’ve collected no injuries. My smile eclipses my ears & I think to myself, if there is a heaven - it should be like this.
The Route:
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