Cherín, Adra, La Rábita, Albondón
The second day of our cycling holiday based in Cádiar (located in the province of Granada), Spain was going to be a little more difficult than the first day. Our host, guide and ride leader at Vamos! (Gary Williams) was always pretty forthcoming with information about the ride and what it was going to entail. We got a bit of an informal briefing about where we were heading before we set of and plenty of pointers about what we were going to face along the way. Today, we were heading to the coast. Back at home (for Mike, my holiday companion and I) that would generally mean an easy run, dependant on the group and the wind strength or direction, towards Blackpool or Southport. As the base for our Spanish cycling holiday was already relatively high up in Las Alpujarras and run down to the coast was going to be a different prospect altogether. A case of 'what goes down, must come up' this time.
The day started with the usual routine. Not too early a start, as in that part of Spain during November the Sun wasn't rising that early. There was little point of getting up to get around in the dark. We ate a hearty breakfast between about nine o'clock and ten o'clock, followed it up with a few routine bike checks, such as the tyre pressures. After that we normally rolled out at about 10 am. It was quite a cool day, reasonably over cast at whilst there was a threat of rain, it didn't look like it would actually materialise.
|Time for a Break and a Proper Look Around|
|A View of Embalse de Benínar and Our Route Their|
We initially head out Westward towards a little town named Cherín, but didn't stop there. We instead made a route directly South towards of lunch stop destination of Adra. On our journey to the coast the road was pretty undulating, but ultimately it was downhill all the way. This meant that we'd have to climb back to our initial altitude, at least, to get back to the accommodation. We took the ALP-603 down through Darrícal and headed towards the Embalse de Benínar (a lake or reservoir). We had a brief stop at the South end of the lake to allow a few natural breaks, a bit of landscape admiration and a general regrouping. Everybody on the holiday was used to cycling, but we were all at slightly different levels, so on the ascents or descents the group did split up a bit. A short rest for the faster ones and generally it was all back together.
|Mike Admires the View and Contemplates His Next Photo|
|A Time for Everybody to Get a Photo|
|The Riders Regroup Near Embalse de Benínar|
|View Across Embalse de Benínar|
|At Our Own Pace on the ALP-461 on the Way to Adra|
|Three of the Group Climb the ALP-461 Together|
|One of the Guests (Robin) Give Gary Our Guide Some Tips!|
|A Lunch Stop in Adra on the Coast|
|A Quick Stop in Adra for Coffees and Toast|
After lunch we head Westwards along the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. This area was very familiar to me, as I had stayed further West along the coast a couple of years before and had driven on the AP7, which also followed the coastline. We eventually arrived at a place called La Rábita and this is where the long climb homewards began. Gary was classing the run up along the A345 as part of the day's main climb, but it was pretty much uphill all the way from the coast. It was just a very gradual drag for what felt like quite a few miles, but was only actually about one, up along this road. We had a stop at the top of a long straight at a Repsol fuel station to grab a few supplies. This mainly consisted of water for our drinking bottles.
After this, the road looped around a place call Albuñol and continued to gradually climb. Our guide reckoned that the main climb of the day was about 16 Kilometres (roughly 10 miles) continually up and this didn't take into consideration these early slopes. Oh my Lord!! This climb was going to be a killer. We arrived at a large roundabout on the outskirts of Albuñol (the North side) and Gary was prepared to accept that this was the start of the climb proper. Looking at the ride on Strava later, this climb was marked as the Puerto de Albondón. It wasn't the steepest of climbs, but it was relentless. It's marked on the Strava web site (www.strava.com) as a HC climb, which means in racing cycling parlance that it is so big that it's beyond categorisation. The HC actually stands for Hors Catégorie, which is a French term used in cycle races (most notably, the Tour de France) to designate a climb that is incredibly tough.
|A Roadside Garden on the Puerto de Albondón|
We probably weren't to far into the main climb and I was doing OK, there was quite a way to go though. I'd done the cycling club's hill climb recently, exactly a week before, but that was only a five or six minute effort. This ascent was going to take over an hour. I just wasn't used to riding uphill for that length of time. In the UK, even on hilly day, you are usually able to recover on false flats or downhill sections before the next climb. Here, I was just not going to be afforded that luxury. On the middle section of the climb some of the stronger riders began to pull away. I wasn't feeling to great at this point, but I just kept grinding out a rhythm as nest I could. I often felt like I could do with a few more gears, which wasn't good, as I was riding a bike with a compact chainset.
|I Abandon my Bike for a Few Minutes on the Approach to Albondón|
|A View Back Towards the Coast from Albondón|
|A View of Albondón from the Roadside Gardens|
At the end of the day, whilst the slow pace I was capable of climbing this hill wasn't great, I have to accept that my body just wasn't used to this kind of effort. Eventually I was over the hardest part of the climb and hit a section of flat road. I had a stop to put my raincoat on ready for the later descent back to Cadiar. This was somewhere around the junction of the A-345 that we we riding on an the adjoining GR-5202. After that, there was a little bit more climbing, but then I was on the homeward stretch. As it was cold, and we all knew the way back to the accommodation, there was little point hanging around for the other rider and getting a chill, so everybody carried on at their own pace. It was fantastic, to be finally heading back for the warmth, a shower and some sustenance.
Looking back at the ride from the Garming GPS data, it was obviously a very hard day. We'd done almost seventy miles, and whilst that wasn't by any means an unfamiliar distance, it was very unusual to be doing so much climbing, so it felt like we'd ridden an awful lot further. The ride was uploaded to Strava, to be presented with the message “There are no achievements on this ride.” There were no surprises there. It had taken me about an hour and a half to the the ten mile measure section (Strava segment) of the climb and that meant I'd been travelling at an average speed of a might 6.6 mph. Oh well, I got there in the end. It was an achievement, but the latter half of the ride could not be described in any way as enjoyable.
To date, the Puerto de Albondón is the longest single climb I've ever done. It was about 3,250 feet of climbing taking us to an altitude of four thousand meters. I have previously done other rides in Spain, and pre me having a Garmin, so it's possible I have done a longer climb before. I just don't have any way of measuring it. I'm sure that I have climbed to higher altitudes before, but possibly it was split up into a few smaller climbs. Whilst I didn't enjoy this one on the day, I'd love to go back a knock a few tens of minutes off my time on a warmer day. Maybe next year?