Chronic Negress

Morning dawned early at the only motel in Otematata as The Magnificent Seven (well, Bas and Lyneke are the Magnificent Guides so that will do) made their way to the morning ride aroundLake

Aviemore

from dam to dam. I got two bus assists to be the Rosie Ruiz of the group. After lunch at a lovely campground by a river, the more hardy took off on the Dansey’s Pass climb. The climb was on gravel road with some switchbacks and tricky downhills (control on gravel is key). Bob, Linda and the Perry sisters sat it out (hey, we helped make and set up lunch), but Mary Jo, Rebecca (who will probably be guiding soon herself), John and Bas rolled much of the way.

Some notes about the Pass: most of the bridges are one way, and the pass is surrounded by deep glacial cut land. Sheep, deer and cattle abound and we ran into one cattleman on his horse who was watching over a neighboring herd. Having had a couple of nasty encounters with gravel on the Walter Peake sheep station road the last time I was down here, I wisely choose to sit this ride out.

I also need to get over some very poor dinner choices. The chicken tortilla at the Gondola dinner was a leathery, fiery mess with edited highlights of chicken. At the Otematata motel, I ordered a pasta dish with chicken, bacon and mushrooms that arrived with nearly a quarter-pound of Parmesan cheese swimming in cream sauce with some fusilli on life support under-girding the whole mess.

Now, as far as sampling the local beers, that’s gone a lot better. Speight’s is pretty good and the Mac Gold is light and more like American beers. I have wisely avoided the traditional pints since I am a slow beer drinker. The 12 – which I assume means 12 ounces – seems to work out very well for me.

I am writing this as we have reached what we’re going to call Decision Point. There’s a massively steep but short climb to the top followed by an insane downhill. We’re parked here to give the tough kids a chance to make a decision – keep riding to the summit and then hurtle downhill like a fiery projectile, or call it quits here. As we wait, several campers have stopped to chat. Mary Jo, who has some serious uphill chops, may be joining us on the bus right now. John, a lovely old guy who is also Rebecca’s dad, seems to be planning to press on. He’s put in his pub order.