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From the road – two weeks into bikepacking in northern Mongolia

Time, technological capability and inclination to post here during our first two weeks in Mongolia has been lacking. But here we are after a rest day in Tsetserleg with a little post coming up.

Ulaan Bataar as the biggest city by far in this sparsely populated land was interesting to spend a couple of days in making final gear purchases, assembling bikes and organising transport to the northwest for the three of us, our bikes and gear. It enabled us to have a look around. A former Soviet satellite, any ongoing influence of that era was not obvious to my eye.

Certainly weren’t any cars from that time (guess they’ve all decayed), Toyota is obviously king here – easily three-quarters of the passenger vehicles. I thought NZ was bad for used Japanese imports, here there are Priuses, or derivatives, everywhere you look (used imports, the right hand drive steering wheel is on the wrong side – not that that matters on dirt tracks). If it’s not a Prius, it’s a LandCruiser – the big, fancy SUV ones, not the workhorses. Pleasingly oversized pick-up culture has not made it here. As we learnt, Priuses will go anywhere!

There are a few Russian UAZ vans that are well suited to the rough conditions. It was one of these that we crammed three bikes in the back of, along with ourselves further forward, for two days of driving to Murun. From there we rode north to Lake Khuvsgul, which stretches north over a hundred kilometres close to the Russian border, for a little shakedown ride. This involved far more heavy rain than I expected and a lot of highway riding at a busy national festival time of the year. A hundred heavily loaded kilometres in storms and then a headwind were exhausting and a stark wake-up for me and Ian. The scenery helped distract us! But we got away from the crowds to have a lovely night camping by the lake. First herds of yaks ridden beside were a highlight.

Back in Murun we somehow got all the extra gear and food that we’d left at our accommodation on our bikes and headed south on a route of dirt roads that Rachel and Ian had devised to get us to the bikepacking.com Khangai Mountains Traverse route. Mostly smooth dirt roads with plenty of time along and across valleys with occasional climbs and downhills between the next one, there were still Priuses everywhere! But it was all part of the fun, as were beautiful riverside campgrounds, friendly Mongolians, stunning scenery, green green valleys, masses of animals, interesting food and mostly good weather punctuated with almost-daily afternoon thunderstorms.

Those few days of riding were so good, it would be hard to beat – so it proved with the bikepacking.com route, where it was still beautiful and we met plenty of interesting, curious and generous people – but the scenery and riding were just a little bit more harsh. A horrible section of corrugated roads, which we’d been warned about by the only other bikepacker we’d seen to that point, stretched for scores of kilometres either side of Zag. But that was overcome and people, food, vast greenness and views, animals, seeing such a different place are more than enough compensation for the harder points.

This is the first new, and very foreign to me, country I’ve been to for quite a few years – combined with the most bikepacking I’ve done for a long time. So it’s not all easy, but I’m slowly getting my legs back around the challenges. Such a foreign language and alphabet (Cyrillic) is something none of us have really got our heads around, trying and failing to communicate with so many friendly people is quite frustrating. But we get by and have some entertaining and charming encounters.

The conditions haven’t been overly harsh, yet some gear I’ve had for years inconveniently failed near the start of nine days in remote areas. One of which was my air mattress, despite repeated attempts to repair it I eventually left it in the trash. The hardness of sleeping on the ground is not too bad (Mongolian beds are very hard anyway), but by the wee hours the ground is cold – particularly at 2500 m. So I haven’t been sleeping much at all, but am well rested in my spacious new tent (a two-person tent for one person was a good upgrade for such a long trip with a lot of gear). I found and bought a folding foam mattress today, so I should be ok – if I can fit it on my bike somewhere!

Rest day is almost over, heading for the Orkhon Valley tomorrow so I should make the most of this bed and sleep. I haven’t managed to process photos as I normally would, most are still on my camera, but here is a photo dump from my phone as some sort of consolation if you managed to read this far.

Woolshed Creek Hut overnighter

A short overnight hike up in Canterbury for the twenty-something-st Birthday Trip for Adele and Theresa. Nice little stroll in and out (only twelve kilometres total) with decent winter weather, nineteen of us all up and a barely credible amount of curry hauled in.

Looking south once out of the short bush ascent.

With some of the party not starting as early as the families and others, we had plenty of time to stop for a long lunch in the sun. The return trip would have us up there, and coming down that face on the right.

The two youngest of the six children were determined to reach the hut first, so that kept them motivated!

Looking up the West Stour to the Arrowsmith Range.

More of the return trip – up from the left across to the Bus Stop and exit stage-right.

More time to stop and admire the views west.

North to the Winterslow Range.

Wasn’t long before we were looking down to Woolshed Creek and its hut.

After snacks in the last of the sun, we had to cross the valley to maximise this, some of us popped to the Emerald Pool (or some such name).

It’s emeraldish.

Plenty of ice around.

Certainly enough to throw onto the opposite bank.

After the early feast and much chat into the night, it was a warm night in a full hut. Well, not quite full as more people moved outside to sleep on the balcony throughout the night. I slept well and it was another leisurely start to the walking as we returned by the higher route.

First, trip trapping over Woolshed Creek.

Out of the bush again and looking southwest.

Snaking our way up, hut down yonder.

At the so-called Bus Stop, our lunch spot found just beyond.

That just left us to cross a boggy section, on new boardwalks, and then turn and head down the South Face – steep enough to make our legs aware.

A fun little overnighter with a good, large group. Lucked out with the weather too.

Mt Alexander

Casting around for ideas of interesting new places to bike over an early-winter long weekend, conversation reminded me of a long-neglected offer from friends to access their farm. Permission sought and granted, we studied the map with only a vague idea of the farm boundaries as to where we might go the following day.

Reporting Sunday morning, there were a few options for routes to and from Mt Alexander. We were surprised to hear tales of German farmstay tour groups thirty years ago doing similar rides, bikes have developed a little since then. We settled on a route up the ridge from Nobbler Stream, past a comms tower to the summit, down to and from Danseys Pass. Mid-morning by the time we set off, it was a cracking day and bits had even began to thaw.

Hooge and Orlaith setting off besides Nobbler Stream, Mt Nobbler ahead.

Finding the correct place to cross the stream, things kicked up pretty quickly to climb eight hundred metres in seven kilometres. Mostly still shaded, the ground was at least solid so that made things less mucky. I’d chosen the heavy, more-fun bike so with that, lack of fitness and some steep pitches there was a fair bit of walking on my part – possibly half.

But that hardly mattered, being somewhere new and different perspectives on familiar landmarks was engaging – keeping moving helped fight the chill too.

The Rock and Pillar Range looking quite small and flat from across the Maniototo.

Nobbler again, from the northwest.

Past the turn-off to the comms tower, the track switched to the sunny side of the ridge – and got steeper.

At another intersection, we cut east – the track visible more directly going to Kye Burn. Mt Kyeburn on left, St Marys Range in background.

Past Tania to Naseby Forest, Ida Range on right. Good fun trying to spy various mountains on the horizon.

Bit of snow remaining on the top of the Rock and Pillars.

Fairly typical surface; higher up it got a bit muddy as things thawed, thankfully not too sticky. Ida Range and Mt Kyeburn.

Around 1300 m, we got into the ups and downs of ridge riding. Fun descents (pleased to have big tyres, suspension and a dropper) and pushes up the other side.

Thanks Orlaith for the photo.

Too busy looking at the route up Mt Nobbler, I blew right past the place to stop and walk up to the named summit. But never mind, there was another equally high point to pause and eat my sandwich at.

Waiting for the descent.

Not a bad spot for lunch, another of Orlaith’s pics.

Yup, definite track going up Nobbler.

As always, looking at other possible routes. Down Maerewhenua Spur looks like fun! Pacific on the horizon, what a day.

Big, open, forgiving descents began in small doses – yay for having hauled that bike up.

A few patches of snow in the shade, the last of the ridge riding – we began the descent just before that tower, diving off to the left.

Much fun dropping to the road over a couple of kilometres, rough enough to be exciting, not so rough to slow things down.

Not a view of Danseys Pass I’m used to.

Closing the thirty kilometre loop on gravel road would have been a much quicker affair, but for the excellent pub halfway down. A great half-day outing making the most of a short, spectacular winter day. Scheming for longer trips over longer days well advanced.

Kawatiri Trail loop

With more of the local Kawatiri Trail open than my previous visit to Westport, I was pleased that a quick loop was on the cards – dodging the weather if possible. Almost thirty kilometres of route from Westport south towards Charleston is open, our plan was to ride road to the southern end of this and ride the trail to Westport for a late lunch before closing the loop home on the highway.

An easy warm-up on highway south and Virgin Flat Road had us at the trail after three-quarters of an hour. We seemed to have caught peak rural traffic on the gravel road, having to share the road with a few vehicles. The easy, Grade Two, wide, well-surfaced (it’s new after all) drops to cross the Okari River before climbing away from it through a patch of native bush. I’m told there are kiwi around, but midday was not the time to see or hear them.

It’s a fun section of trail in the lovely forest; before long farmland is reached. Here it felt that one was hopping from one stand of bush to the next through little bits of pasture – they’ve done well to get access and keep the trail on the border of bush and grassland. We were heading to the sea, Tom and I had some fun speeding downhill on the more open sections.

Out in the farmland, we enjoyed looking back to the Paparoa Ranges and trying to name peaks. Famous scientists seems to be a theme with Mounts Kelvin, Rutherford, Euclid, Faraday, Curie, Mendel, Priestley up there somewhere.

At the coast, the trail parallels the quiet gravel Okari Rd a few flat kilometres to Tauranga Bay. Familiar territory to me now.

Steepest climb of the day towards Cape Foulwind beginning. We managed.

Near the top there’s this handy labelled silhouette of the peaks (that’s the oxidised steel, not Rachel).

Signs of the old cement works popping up around here; part of the trail to Carters Beach is on an old haul road.

We battled the increasing wind to and through Carters, the section near the Martins Creek estuary was new to me and pleasant. A detour into town for lunch and we were soon home.

That’s an excellent little local cycle trail and I really enjoyed it – recommended if you’re in Westport and the weather is fair, looking forward to one day be able to ride the rest of it to Charleston.