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Disguise them!” I say with the stubborn determination of a dog eyeing up a bone. Guillaume smiles at me benignly, like I am a small child who knows nothing of the world outside PS2. “
All we need is some big bags and the tools to put our bikes back together at the top,” I add to help explain. I can see my fellow rider is already seeing sense in my idea. After all, the trail we’re both itching to ride is an epic: more than a vertical kilometer of twisting singletrack, much of it fringing the spectacular, moraine-strewn Bionassey glacier. It’s probably one of the world’s most spectacular trails, and all that stands in the way of riding it is a 2000ft climb from a lofty ridge. The good news is that there is a lift: a century-old cog railway called the Tramway Mont Blanc, that shuttles countless shell-suited tourists to its lofty 8000ft Nid d’Aigle (
Eagle’s Nest) top station and entrance to our trail. The bad news is that it doesn’t allow bikes.
I’ve ridden the trail once before, not enough to know every turn and front wheel drifting gravel-strewn corner, but enough to emerge at the other end grinning like a nutter immersed in that fuzzy glow that finishes every first ride on an epic new trail, enough to know I’d be back to session it again. To reach the valley floor again there sits nearly five thousand vertical feet of swoopy bends, puckering exposure, challenging switchbacks and perfect natural jumps. How could it not be worth a revisit? Enter the bike disguise idea.
Chamonix has eight bike friendly lifts. It has several more, all soaring vertically upwards between sharp, needle-like peaks to arrive at beautiful singletrack that has a ‘no-bike’ policy. The top section of the Tramway du Mont Blanc is one such bike-free lift, but allows hoards of climbers and parapenters bent double under backpacks the sizes of small Eastern European countries to board freely. “
If we can make our bikes look like paragliders, or one of the many other random things people carry to the top of mountains to fuel their adrenaline-junkie addictions, we could be on to a winner; we could ride the trails that these lifts access with minimum of sweat” I propose. The beauty of today’s rigs, with their bolt on rear swing-arms and drop through, threadless steerer forks, is that you can pull them apart, stuff them in a bag and re-assemble them with just a pocket multi-tool.
Sweat is something that figured significantly in our previous mission to ride the Nid’ trail a year earlier. Then we’d been denied access to the train, as according to the guard, “
There are no rideable trails at the Nid d’Aigle”. The guard, of course, looked like someone whose own ‘mountain bike’ was a $80 supermarket special and probably sported a shopping basket. “
It’s too technical, too steep” he said, politely slamming the door in our faces. In a place that prides itself on allowing the kind of freedom that allows dozens of people throw themselves off mountain peaks, or fall into crevasses to their deaths every year, this attitude seemed a tad blinkered. Surely we, as riders, should be the judge of whether a trail is rideable. Persevering, we hiked and pushed our bikes up from the 1800 metre high Bellevue cablecar station, tripping over railway sleepers and clattering cleats on scree for an hour and a half. The trail we discovered was a virginal swathe of dirt that never sees a tyre track, and epic indeed.
It’s different this time though: I haven’t sweated a drop to get here, leaving every ounce of my energy reserves for the epic descent ahead. This time we let the train take the strain. When we board the train I’m a little nervous, concerned that our plan will be foiled. Three men dressed in shorts and flipflops hauling odd-sized bags might look a little suspect, even arouse interest from the FBI in some places, but in Chamonix, where the streets are awash with strangely dressed tourists and mountain folk, all sporting irregularly shaped bags, we don’t raise so much an eyebrow from the ticket inspector. He even helps us load our five bits of luggage onto the train, unaware that in three are bike frames and helmets and the other two, wheels and shoes. There is nothing about our appearance to suggest we are mountain bikers, we’ve seen to that.
At the top we haul our bags around the corner from the station and set about re-assembling our bikes under the intrigued gaze of Vibram-soled hikers and Japanese tourists. Twenty minutes is all it takes to be up and rolling, and with the empty bags stashed under rocks until I can nip back up on the train next morning to collect them, we push down on our cranks and are catapulted into the start of the descent. The trail winds its way across open mountainside, leisurely rounding outcrops before dipping purposely towards the valley floor, far, far below. We set off fast, reeling in our speed as we realize the trail is looser than we remember. As we drop into switchbacks I’m torn between focusing on the trail ahead and lifting my Xen’s peak for a view of the mighty towers of ice that sit only a stone’s throw - or an unlucky fall - away to my left. An hour later we’ll be spinning across a meadow, having ridden one of the world’s most spectacular trails, and all without so much as a pedal stroke uphill. Stage one of the plan is a success.
The best-laid plans, of course, usually include three stages. We don flip-flops once more to board the Montenvers cog railway for the half hour ride up to the Mer de Glace, the massive glacier that gave Mary Shelley inspiration for parts of her book, Frankenstein. It’s another trail that we have ridden once before, then enduring the forty minute grind and hour long bike shouldering session to reap the fruits of our labour: a brake pad burning descent back to Chamonix. This time it’s a breeze of course, at least the getting up there is. The trail is a real epic, littered with challenging granite step offs that test our mettle, but guarantee a grin. By the time we reach the trail end we’re exhausted, 5000ft and thirty switchbacks behind us.
Our last challenge is the one that causes us to sweat just from joining the queue of ice-axe wielding climbers. We’re about to board the legendary Aiguille du Midi cable car, a legend in its own right and a feat of 1950’s engineering that makes its millions of annual visitors question if the French have a death-wish. The top lift soars to a mighty 12,000ft, but we jump off at the 7500 ft mid station and begin an hour traverse to the abandoned 1920’s lift station and the start of an truly unridden descent. This is virgin territory and none of us know of anyone who has dropped this trail on a bike. The towering mountains of Chamonix reap havoc on our sense of scale and the hike-a-bike traverse takes us over an hour and includes circumnavigating below a glacier; it’s no surprise this trail has kept its virginity. Finally we reach the ruined lift station with its still intact frescos adverts for Dubonnet adorning its walls, and start the descent, rolling into a snaking trail that drops steeply alongside a broken sea of ice. It’s mighty terrain, and cloud swirls around spiky peaks.
An endless field of ice - Chamonix harbors the lowest glaciers in Europe - sits only a stones throw from our side. For the next hour we pick our way down tight switchbacks and committing line choices, sweating our way down 4000ft of insane trail, until wide-eyed and dry mouthed we’re spat out at the bottom, among the thong of backpacks in Chamonix’ high street. I’m exhausted and mentally destroyed. I look at Jez and Guillaume and they are equally wide eyed. If we had the energy, we’d wrangle a smile, but for now I’m happy to just sit, enveloped in a warm fuzzy glow, knowing the gold mine has been tapped for probably the first time.
Riding ChamonixThe Chamonix valley has an almost mythical reputation for epic singletrack trails, most are shared use hiking trails, and technical at that. This extreme mountaineering town and its lift system is a far cry from the biker buzz and body-armour whiffs that tinge the streets of mountain bike meccas like nearby Les Gets. With 8 lifts accessible to bikes between June to September, there is plenty of riding to be had without poaching lifts, but many trails are steep and technical. If you want to know the best spots then hook up with a guided outfit such as
www.mbmb.co.uk. With over 17 years of trail knowledge they are unrivalled in showing you the best trails in the valley.
The Aiguille du MidiAlthough you can’t officially take your bike on the Aiguille du Midi cable car, a ride up to the top station is a must during any visit to Chamonix. While you’re standing breathless at its 3842 metre summit, gazing across at the peak of Mont Blanc, spare a thought for the team of 60 climbers that, in 1955 scaled the vertical North Face of the Aiguille each carrying a coiled section of the 1800 metre long cable: the only way then to get the single-piece cable to the summit. Reaching the peak is via a two-stage lift. The second part is a single span rising 1550 metres with the top cable car dock nestled between enormous hanging glacial ice.
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PB should close this thread. I mean really, you guys don't realize what you are doing, poaching the lifts plus riding closed trails then posting pics about it with your names on? Are you crazy? I wish you very good luck with the CMB guys, and trust me they will kick your arse.
Chx is the only place in France with regulations on MTB usage, and even with these ones in place, bikers feel like they are not welcomed. These regulations will probably get harder and harder every year and they are already talking about forbidding the bike-version of the TMB (Tour du Mont-Blanc). So what you are doing here in PB is definitely not helping the French MTB community.
The trails in this feature don't cross natural reserves and the lifts are open to any other "extreme sport" practicers (parapenters, climbers alpinists.. anyone who wants to throw themselves off a peak in fact), so the lifts are not closed to bikers "for our own protection".
You can ride/climb/hike up no problem (and we have previously) to ride any time of the year when there isnt too much snow. Hope that helps put it in context.
Weather it was a stealth lift run to some open trails or not, kind of sets a bad president to title a post "Poaching".. The stealth lift run could have been a little more subtle, and still get the story across without making us look like deviants.
Good job you didn't meet these guys
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PB if you want to be underground, be underground. If you want to be legit, be legit, but you can't be both without looking like a bloody hypocrite.
The worst part is, such trails have been built and maintained for tens of years with tax payers money from budget pressed authorities, by people with low salaries, making more passion of that job than living. Then a bunch of amateur bike-camps from another country, (probably not making a slight contribution) - will fk them up in 2 years. Tourists are very rare to help repairing the damage or building sustainable features preventing deterioration. It is easy to not aim carefuly and piss around the toilet that isn't in your own house. In my place I would like to start some movement to repair hiking trails that have been largely deteriorated due to latest raising popularity of MTB. Why should we take without giving? I am not surprised there are concerns against MTB for what I've already seen in "my backyard".
I mean, deterioration will eventually come, whether it's 10 bikes going down, or 50 people going up, or 1 goat going up and down all day, every day.
I am not judging the facts, because honestly it happens to me more than once to ride some forbidden trails. So nice for you, you cheat, you win and get a splendid ride. But why to share that? Why to give politics and authorities another reason to close or regulate trails? In French we have this saying "Vivez cachez, vivez heureux", something such as "live hidden, live happy". I think riders should apply it if there want to protect their playground.
UNfortunately I found that MTBers can do a lot of damage. Enough to piss off ANY regular person passing by. There was a big kick off for MTB in my town lately, and I observe that hiking trails are getting more and more deteriorated at a rate not experienced before. Some time ago there were also few "secret" competitions on a small hill close to my house. IN a matter of a year, two innocent tracks turned into a 7 or more amateur sht trails. The whole area was... fuked - is the good word.
You people from North America forget that in the Alps, you can't just find a new place to ride, ride it until it is trashed
and then move to the next place (spent 2 years in Canada, seen it) . We don't have this kind of space in the Alps. We
have to share the space with the other users and preserve it for the future users. If we don't we will just get off the game
pretty soon...
Every weekend and in holidays, certain trails are open for hiking and the rest for freeriding. The next weekend the availability rotates. And so on.
Is the trail damaged? Nobody is allowed untill we fix it.
What I still dont understand is the mentality that says that hikers were there long before the freeriders and so they should use the trail. And I say this both as a hiker and a freerider. If we want to play 100% fare, NO HUMAN SHOULD BE THERE. Seriously. Only the local fauna and flora.
I mean, in the mountains you can find cable railways, ski lifts, shelters, gliders, ski tracks, meteo stations, army and cellphone antennas plus lots of man made trails. So why no bikes?
Don't get me wrong, on the trail I stop on the side when I see hikers coming up. And I dont have the "Grr... You ruined my lap..." attitude.
"Hello", "How's it going", "Nice day today", "You are almost there". And I never got a bad response, only "No you go first", "Nice Bike", "Pop a wheelie". Probably because hikers are also there for recreational reasons as I am. And I guess seeing an idiot with a helmet, clown clothes and a bike with fat tyres is fun
That said, please forget my ignorance if I fail to comprehend how the situation is for freeriders in the places you live.
Cheers
In the northeast USA the local governments are just starting to warm up to mtb (the state department of environmental conservation doesn't even list it as a New York state wilderness recreation activity). Here there are no new trails unless you poach them. In fact, first you have to go into virginal state forest (horses, hikers, and loggers were there first but virgin to MTB) and make a sick trail. then you have to introduce it to your friends for biking and hiking. Then in 5 years when the state finds it they think it was always there.
Also local volunteers put in a lot of hours here.
There is a delicate balance with a slow reveal so the authorities can ease into it and the train crews can keep up with it.
Try to write an "how to cheat to take the lift and authorities" -> stupid
Your forgot to say that during season, you can cross hundred of hikers, and it s not very fun to have to stop every half-mile to prevent injuries. So to me, all this stuff is a joke. Of course the Mont Blanc is an awesome trail, but there is better ways to enjoy it !
To explain why we talk about killing peoples, when we ride, it happends we move small rocks. In a steep configuration, a small rock falling across a singletrack could hit someone lower. My uncle, who s a guide in chatel, had his leg broken because of a small stone. The mater is, when you ear it falling, it s already too late. That's why the trails are forbidden. (it s easier to control lift access than trail access, just don t play with words saying trails are allowed)
In the alps, we have many bike trails, many ways to experience our mountains on a bike with fun and joy. So why decide to promote a pirate way, being so far from what our rider community try to build? Imagine that this summer, 10 riders per day decide to do the same because you sold them a fake freedom dream. What will you say if the worst happends ? A shit like they were not carefull enough not enough experience to do such trail... I say that it will be your fault.
But for this especially crowded area, I would have expected a reference to the bike ban on hiking trails from July to August and more fuzzy references of the locations.
These trails have been ridden before! The riders just have not publish the exact locations. Though I also won't expect the trails to be flooded soon, it is a precaution for the reasons stated above.
Anyway, good trick with the bags.
To be clear, every trail we rode inSchweiz was legal. Also, I have no idea what you meant about PB "losing its shit" when all I did was to respond to the Bernese Oberland asking for public input. If you are accusing me of something in writing the Swiss articles what is it?
The riding is good but for these reasons most people will be deterred.
If you've seen these pictures and have decided to go, then please, do so in September-October when it's quieter - not July or August. June also works but there may still be snow (not last year or the year before).
But local sensitivities are real and the walkers and climbers were here a long time before us so keep that in mind.
From 2005, the trail down from the mid station of the Midi:
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Great shots, great story.
"Yea I became a pro rider, I don't do any productive shit I hit the gym, ride the bike, surf and inspire people (to buy stuff khe khe) I just ride a bike do jumps and stuff, ride gnarly sht, I broke a leg once , yea that hurted, but I decided I will just come back stronger, good times. Yea when I was sixteen I rode the bike for the first time, it was so natural my brother rode the bike (good times) my sister was a pro BMXer, my dad was a MX rider, my Mom had an impaired donkey, good times. I decided I will follow that passion to the sunset, yea it's about sharing the moments with best friends... good times"
Beige shyte that is !
tr.v. poached, poach·ing, poach·es
To cook in a boiling or simmering liquid: Thanks PB poachers you have me simmering
Just to have an idea where to go if I'd like to piss off some people on my MTB and get some nice local trails shut for life.
Thanks folks.
Bummers....