So during the year of 2013 it has been 'all about the bike' and in that time i have logged these fine stats, Distance, 10,320 kms, elevation gain, 83,756 metres, total time actually moving, 365 hours! ha an hour a day, total rides 232, 4 tyres, 2 chains, cables, outers, bar tape , most of a pair a shorts :) etc,
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so in 2014 i do aim to
reduce the cycling and a bit more of other stuff. with
this in mind i have done a couple of great runs in the last while, a
super morning in a gale up corrauntauthail with alex, see his deep post on alex-bike-row (his blog) and yesterday a fine excursion
in the Mourne mountains with Ken (now skinny and fit!! ), The mournes are awesome. As a westcork
trailman, usually one ends up trapzing over heather and bog with no
discernable path , however in the 'United Kingdom' with its longer
history of outdoor recreation and just more people using nature, there
are trails all over the gaf. When i was 20 years young i completed the 2
day http://www.mourne2day.com/
and i am sure i wandered all over these fine hills, however september
1998 is a long time ago and my harddrive has been wipped clean, great,
time to rediscover the massive expanse of igneous that is the mournes.
On the way up the motorway i managed to flaag down Clive Roberts in his
old very recognisable 1966 type 2a \land rover andhave a good chat in
Newry, tales of sherpa ex wives and months in Antartica filled the void
of 12 years (since we had seen each other, we got to know each other
whilst hanging on ropes rigging a building site for 5 weeks) i wished
him well and left our little meeting filled with some curious energy
that i sometimes get from meeting special individuals like Clive. We headed up from annalong and hit binnian, lamagan and down and around, just over 10 miles, 1000 metres plus ascent, beautiful cold day, streams on some tracks, amazing granite tors, shaped by those icy winds over milennia, a mushed mince pie to die (for), a wall that defy's technology, and so many more mountains and options, driving the brain mad with planning and hope for the future. It dont get better than this, and all on the door step (sorta) of a 'home' that really is now. Donncha
And one of those notions is , free beer anyone?!! |
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