The hardest leg of any race is usually known as the queen stage. And judging by the comments around the camp we were heading out to meet royalty this morning! Another fabulous days’ mountain biking with dramatic vistas over the Ceres valley at both ends – first when we descended down to the valley and later when we clawed our way up the 900m Merino* Monster.

Unfortunately the first descent was a really technical, steep switchbacked affair that required such focus that it was not possible to appreciate the view. Likewise the ascent was so steep and hard we were bent over the handlebars watching the sweat drip on the bike rather than enjoying the majestic setting. Sigh.

Our plan today, as every day, was to start out slowly and get even slower. It didn’t always work out that way, but today we dutifully dangled off the back of the start group.

Evidence that we took it easy. Sometimes anyway!

Nonetheless we acquitted ourselves well and finished again alongside Jane Seggie (remember – the doyen of mountain biking) in around 5h15m. We did however feel that the day had taken considerably more out of our legs than planned. Which is impressive considering we are both claiming to have very little in our legs in the first place. I think we placed around 35th of around 200 teams? Tony and I have not really paid much heed to the detail of this race. In fact we wondered if any other team knows as little about what’s going on as we do. With our focus firmly on the “who is the least fit” competition all else has receded into the background. If one wants to compete effectively one has to concentrate on the task at hand – going slower that your team mate!

Prior to the days stage, the camp chatter had all been about the Merino Monster. Rising 900m in just 6km it is a serious climb. However…. Very little was said about getting down from summit. Well – it was the longest single technical descent I think I have ever ridden down. It broke the hearts of all but the very competent – steep in many places and varying from rocky to very rocky, thin lines and awkward lines made for epic riding. It needs to be confirmed, but I am pretty sure it took more than 30 minutes to gratefully reach the road at the bottom. Many complained about aching arms, cramping hands and abused fear glands.

Shearing the sheep

Back at the race village we were welcomed by a festive Saturday atmosphere with supporters and locals all enjoying a fun day out. Kids in a sliding “jumping castle” splashing happily and adults queuing at the bar. Stalls selling food, sweets and even toys. Apparently this is an every Saturday affair here at Kaleo Manor. Apart from the exhausted riders that is!

Across the line in 5h15m

The coffee cart continues to do brisk business and so does the pub.

*Merino is a kind of sheep.