Packed out of Carter's Beach and hooned up to Lyell to take in the first 11 kms of the Old Ghost. Very nice it was!! We treadled our way up and up and up, in and out of valleys, checking out the historic sites all the way. I was remembering back to the very first time up here on one of the boys' bike trips, a trail of lore for me at the time, and just started-on as what is now the Old Ghost Road. At the time they were barely even across to the Ghost Lake and wondering how to get the next stages built. Tra'y loved the ride, the e-power helping her so much. I just plugged away at it, remembering the first day of my full Ghost trip with Nelsie and the Wellingtonians. They'd let me lead and I'd felt the pressure from behind and tried to keep a stupid pace in a far too hard a gear, blowing up in about 10 minutes. Someone else took over and pretty much grannied it and we all slowed down and it was much easier. I took that advice this time and kept it slow and steady. I was therefore surprised when I spotted some riders ahead, and proceeded to catch them up! Over took, a couple of slightly older ladies from Wanaka, heading for the Lyell Saddle Hut, and left them behind. Maybe a couple of kms later, we made it almost to where I'd gotten the first time with the PFMTBC crew, nearly to the slips, just past the 11 km marker. Stopped in a sunny aspect, had a snack, and then turned to head back.
Not long until we passed the two ladies again and the bomb began. What a flow. Speedbomb lived up to its name. It handled gloriously, so much fun. I'd rocket forward, careening down the straights, hangin' on around the corners, always keeping an eye ahead for climbers (none). The most fun possible. I'd stop at the bottom of a straight and wait for Tra'y to appear, check she was good and then blaze again. Sometimes there was minimal wait, she was loving it too. Sometimes there was a long wait and I'd wonder if I was gonna need to turn back to see, but then she'd appear. Fun times, and then they were done. Across the bridge and back up to the car.
Amazingly, somehow, 1129 m of climbing over a total altitudinal difference of maybe 800 m. Gloriously beautiful.
