Silly me. When I plotted this – originally 185 kilometer long – course, I was like ‘Oh, that’s 60 to 70 kilometers downhill after the Iseran – easy, peasy’…
So, I was confident I would bring this ‘Queen’s Stage’ to a good end – I guess I more or less did, but once again, my mildly disturbing optimism re my abilities, almost got the better of me.
Anyway, the Iseran itself was not all that interesting up to Val d’Isère, although the views passing the Lac du Chevril were already much better.
Upon leaving Val d’Isère the climb gets interesting and offers spectacular, breathtaking views.
But, while you already start to feel the previous 30+ kilometers, it also gets steep(er) and colder.
At the summit it was just above zero degrees, but I had a coffee and a bite there. Now, the easy, mainly downhill, part would come…
Or not. First of all, it was so windy and cold during the first part of the descent from the Iseran, that my bones felt frozen. And when it warmed up a bit in the valley towards Lanslebourg, I had to fight 360 kph head winds.
Yeah well, it felt like that anyway – Paula did whatever she could, by pacing the car in front of me to allow for some shelter, but I was strugling most of the way…
I turned left in Lanslebourg for the climb up Mont Cenis – after all, that would ‘only’ be a 10 kilometer diversion, while adding another ‘trophy’ to the list.
As it turned out, this was my second mistake, as in the final of that climb I faced a flesh-tearing, icy head wind. Besides, while the average is only 6.9% it offers annoyingly frequent stretches well over that, maxing out at 13%.
So, after recuperating a bit in the cosy and warm ‘Relais du Col’, I was thinking I might descend by car and then onward to the Madeleine by car too.
But, stupid is as stupid goes and I made my third mistake, by calculating how much more I would need to cycle to finish the Strava Gran Fondo for June. As I was just around the 100 kilometer mark, I ‘only’ needed 30 more, starting with a descend back to Lanslebourg.
As if I had not learned from my crossing the valley before… Sure enough, the head wind continued to wear me out, although Paula let me ride in the car’s slipstream, as often as she could.
It was well past 6pm when I eventually started my ascend of the Madeleine, while the sky looked as if I would be heading into thunder and rain further on.
This ascend is the tougher of the two: 20 kilometers at an average of 8% and no easy bits. Nowhere.
I cursed at myself whenever I had some breath left and I only got up there, because I knew I would not get another shot at it from that side. And, you know: aut non tentaris, aut perfice…
The desolation, not to mention the freezing cold wind again, during the last kilometers and at the top was almost too much. Obviously, both refuges at the summit where (long since) closed.
Trip: 153.9 km / 4,475 m elevation gain.
Iseran info page here