I soon realised that the climb involved in this little adventure would be fairly significant as I started the hill out of Skelwith Bridge and then the even stiffer climb up into Little Langdale. Coming out of Little Langdale I came across a nose to tail stationary traffic jam. A call of ‘good luck getting through there mate!’ met my ears as I squeezed past the cars and hedges, eventually coming across some irate motorists remonstrating with an elderly jaguar owner who had blocked the road completely with his car. He was muttering something about electronic gearboxes and not being able to move the car until the AA arrived. Trouble was the AA wouldn’t be able to get within ½ a mile of him with the jam. I mooched on weaving through the jam and left them too it but I couldn’t see how they were going to sort it out even if he did try and move it. There was simply a logjam with nowhere to go !
I started the climb up Wrynose steadily, wondering what the fuss was about until it suddenly opened up in front of me. I followed the line of the road with my eyes and it took my breath away. Its not like an Alpine road that winds it’s way up, it just goes up, steep up, 30% up.
I did managed to get off enough velocity to get into a passing place to let him past but the brakes were full on and I was not coming to a halt.
By the time I got into the village the jam of earlier had cleared and I sailed through behind yet another queue of cars but they soon pulled away as I ground my way back towards Skelwith Bridge and home.
The passes are certainly a challenge and a lot harder that I thought. I rode them out and back without stopping and didn’t get into my lowest 2 or 3 gears of a 27 speed MTB but a road bike would certainly be tough and without a triple upfront, probably almost impossible without a couple of rests for all but the best athletes. 50k – 1150m climbing