Lanjaron Blast

The weather was appalling yesterday, which was a shame since it was Sue P.’s last day. We had a late night last night because of having to drop Sue off at the airport, so it was a pretty lazy day today, time to organise notes and equipment, and to clean and oil bikes.

We left the cottage early evening and drove up to Lanjaron. It was a short sharp climb out of Lanjaron before pedalling over the top until we reached a signpost for a GR trail. The trail started off gently which fooled you into going too fast, with obstacles appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly the trail dropped steeply away over some awkward rocky slabs with ruts in-between. After this the trail becomes a hard packed gravel surface. It seems that bikes skidding have caused awful erosion here due to the skid marks acting as stream ways when it rains heavily. Although still a good trail, I’ve got to admit to getting a bit frustrated at times with purely trying to stay out of these deep grooves. The sections without ruts were outstanding and really demanding. The trail eventually drops out onto the main road in Orgiva, a few hundred metres down the road from the cottage.

Bubion Blast

Chris, a fellow Bikefax employee, came to pay us a visit today; he moved over to Granada about 2 years ago now and sounds like he’s enjoying life out there. Even though he’s not actually a mountain biker he has been known to have been dragged out on a bike in the past, so we managed to persuade him to come out with us for the day. Since we had two vans for the day we decided it would be rude not to take advantage and have an uplift day. We chose to explore a new piece of singletrack we’d been told about and see if we could link it up with anything. With one van in Bubion we drove up the same track that we climbed on the ‘Bubion Big Descent’ and parked a little further down. We followed a track bearing of at a hairpin of a couple of Km before finding the piece of singletrack.

This trail was great, some nice technical single-track climbing as it undulates across the hillside. After a while it reached a T junction in trails. We headed left and downhill. The trail, in my opinion, was very much like something I’d find back home in North Wales, which is in no way a bad thing, it just being in Spain it went on forever. It was technical and rocky, but opened out and got faster and flowing in places.

To end the ride we checked out a bit of GR we had noticed previously from the road on the way up. The trail criss-crossed the road and dropped straight into the back of Bubion. This is possibly one of my favourite pieces of trail yet. It has a series of steep long straights into fast and flowing corners. Even thought it was technical in places it still rode incredibly fast, even in the wet.

This evening we went over to Granada with Chris and had a lovely meal, as well as a little walk around the city centre itself. Granada is home to an amazingly talented graffiti artist, ‘Son of the Painters’, who decorated the streets with awesome paintings.

Bubion Big Descent

Bubion sits even higher in the mountains and is a quaint village, seemingly clinging to the hillside. This was to be the start point for today’s ride. The plan was to climb up into the national park and drop straight down, on single-track, to a place called Capilerilla. This was to be another largish climb at around 10km at a gentle gradient. We climbed, riding through patches of snow, until we could all feel the altitude on the lungs.

The first section of downhill was fantastic, the wooded single-track had fast, long corners with slight natural berms which were great fun. As we dropped things got slightly rockier and more technical. The section down into Capilerilla dropped through an olive grove on a loose, slatey surface around countless numbers of switchbacks, some with huge natural berms and little drops. Halfway down we came across a biker, turn out he was a guide maintaining the trail. Apparently this trail was one of the most popular in the area and used frequently by the guides, I can see why too. After a short climb back up out of Capilerilla we were looking down on Bubion and trying to figure out just where exactly the trail manages to work its way down the super steep hill side. The views were epic and made more impressive watching on another creep round these zig-zags where it looked impossible.

Lanjaron Big Climb

Yesterday we moved from El Chorro to a town called Orgiva in the Alpujarras mountains. We moved into a lovely self-catered cottage, Buena Vista, on the outskirts of Orgiva. It was a fantastic base and it was hard to leave our own private little veranda this morning. Just up the road from Orgiva is a town called Lanjaron, this is where we started today’s ride. Sue wasn’t really doing a good job of selling this route to us; explaining that it had a 16km climb and an elevation gain of 800m in one go. What goes up must come down though right? If the climb was that long, the descent has got to be worth a crack surely? Damn right!

The day started off bright and warm, enough so to almost make us leave the waterproofs back at base. The climb started off steep but soon became gentle, once you were in a suitable gear the climb, wasn’t too unpleasant. It was nice winding your way up and being able to watch your progress and seeing the track and town get smaller beneath you. About ¾ of the way up the wind picked up and the sky clouded over. It was time to don that waterproof I almost left behind earlier. The final grind was just that, it needed happy thoughts to drag us those last few K’s to the top. Whilst waiting at the top the clouds got blacker and the wind stronger, a couple of minutes later there was heavy snow coming down. I had to armour up to stop myself freezing, but my fingers started to go. I’ve had the hot-aches a million times before, but this time they were worse than ever, I could have sworn my fingers were read to drop off.

We found shelter under an overhang of rock and warmed ourselves up, jumping on the bikes as soon as we had done to drop down and escape the snow. Even though it hurt like hell to brake, I couldn’t help but smile as the swooped along the hill. Before long we dropped into the open and out of the worst of the snow. We joined with the path over the river and hit the first section of cobbled trail. It was the most perfectly made cobbled trail, zig-zagging round tight switchbacks that stretched out for 8km. The tight zig-zags were incredibly hard at first but by the bottom we were all definitely masters of the switchback.

Benalmendena

Has it happened, have we turned into fully fledged down-hillers? Today we gave the legs a rest again and went to the coast to use the cable-car at Benalmedena. Benalmedena is on the Costa Del Sol just west of Malaga. The hill behind has a selection of downhill tracks on it. Sue had ridden here once before, but in the mist, and wasn’t sure what to expect. I half expected to turn up, pay for a days lift pass and have a few runs down the hill. The pass was 7 euro for the one trip, so multi runs were out of the question really, little did I know that one run would take us nearly 3 hours.

From the top we descended on a natural trail. It was steep with large loose rocks on a sandy base. It made for interesting riding, the bike skipped about on the rocks and drifted in the sandy corners. The terrain was a complete contrast yet again. The trail levelled off and traversed to the other side of the hill, where we met the top of one of the DH tracks.

The start of the track was great, dropping down a steep rock slab and round some tight steep switchbacks, but went downhill from there (excuse the pun). There were a series of huge gap jumps with rocky take offs and landings. Unless Berrecloth is your last name these jumps are probably undoable, with none of them being under 25ft gaps. To top it off there were no real chicken runs to speak of so you couldn’t even ride the trail in one without having to clamber over the lip of a jump or walking through a bush. The ride finished off with a bit of off-roading through a building site and a flat out blast on the road. All in all a great days ride again, only hindered by a small section of DH track (there are other, more rideable DH trails on the hill somewhere).

El Colorado

Today started off misty and then rained. We made a group decision to take it easy, get things organised and maybe go for a quick lift assisted blast of something local later on in the day. After a chat with John, the hostel owner, we discovered the where abouts of some single-track created by local mountain bikers. It sounded good from his description, so we decided to try and find it and maybe give it a go if it looked any good.

Turns out that the trail was absolutely amazing, and was completely different to anything I have ever ridden. The trail head gave nothing away; it was tucked off the side of the main road, easily missed if you didn’t know about it. Once over the brow of the hill the trail swooped through wooded single track before sending you out into the open and onto a series of strange shaped rock slabs. Each slab was different, but the all flowed really well and could be ridden much faster than expected. It was a real rush and kept surprising us with more fun features, including some mad off-camber rock traverses. The most fun feature without a doubt was the double humped rock that rode like you were on a ‘big-dipper’.

This trail dropped us conveniently onto the road to the top of La Mesa ready for our next uplift. You’d think being a wet day all this rock would get treacherous, but it’s the complete opposite, the rock remains as grippy as ever. La Mesa descent was even superb the second time around, knowing when the dodgier bits were coming was great and meant the whole thing flowed much better. Maybe the fact it was my first day out on the Kona had a part to play. The Kona was absolutely superb and took no time at all to get used to. Within an hour I felt completely at home on it and could already see an improvement in my riding. I’ll let you know how I get on with it as time goes on.

Mijas Singletrack

We set out to ride and track log a route above a place called Mijas. It was yet another sunny, warm day and we were looking forward to getting some riding done. We arrived at Mijas and stopped for a Coffee before getting ready. The ride began by climbing on dirt track for a while before climbing/ pushing steeply on single track. Before long the single track levelled out and then began dropping. This is quite possibly the longest, uninterrupted piece of single track I’ve ever ridden. It flowed really well and undulated across the side of the hill for kilometre after kilometre. It traversed the hill taking you in to, and spitting you out of gullies, sometimes with steep awkward climbs out. One of which claimed Sue P., there were, thankfully, no serious injuries though. It was an amazing contrast too from La Mesa descent yesterday, not nearly so technical, but just as much fun.

The ride continued along dirt track to meet up with a ready made MTB loop. This couldn’t have been any different from the man-made trails you will find in the UK, I wouldn’t have been surprised if we were the first people to have ridden it this year. The trail itself was really good fun but a bit vague in places. To finish the ride was a piece of trail, appropriately named ‘Babies Head Revenge’, with huge rocks littered all the way down, it looked like a section of trail from Coed-y-Brenin, but was all completely natural.

After each section of trail I’m always convinced it’s the best riding I’ve ever done, that is until I ride the next piece. The riding is so varied; it keeps bringing up new challenges and new interesting features so it keeps you on your toes and makes it even more exciting.