- Time of past OR future Camino
- VdlP(2012) Madrid(2014)Frances(2015) VdlP(2016)
VdlP(2017)Madrid/Sanabres/Frances reverse(2018)
I’m 75, and the prospect of having to wait another year before my next Camino means I have to take my fitness seriously, or things might start to go rapidly downhill.
As you can see, I’m a bicigrino, so a training ride several times a week is a must.
@ Davebug posted a picture today of his training area on the “View from your bedroom window” thread. I thought, “Blimey, a bit different from mine”.
I live on the NW coast of Australia, and my problem is that the terrain is dead flat and featureless, except for a long sand ridge a few kilometres out of town, which rises to the dizzy height of 33 meters. Conveniently for me there’s a 1.2km now-crumbling bitumen road which goes to the top, and I have been known to do multiple consecutive ascents: (24 on one mad occasion, when I was worried about ever having the stamina to make it to Orisson: I did).
The road is there because in the 1960’s NASA arrived here and built a big tracking station facility on top of the ridge - one of the three major ones across the globe. There used to be a big control centre, several big dishes, range-rate antennas, boresite towers, and even a power station. All that remains now are the concrete pads, and occasional buried stuff that reappears out of the red dust after half a century. The place is now closed off, but the puny fence around the site is non-existent in places so I can easily gain access, - but don’t tell anybody. It makes me sad every time I go up there: I think it should be a world heritage site. Our tracking station was crucial to putting Armstrong on the moon.
So, even in our present circumstances, I won’t need to worry about social-distancing on what I call NASA Hill. I never see a soul. And hopefully I can keep my knees functioning, until next year. I’ll post a couple of pictures. I’m proud of our contribution to world history.
As you can see, I’m a bicigrino, so a training ride several times a week is a must.
@ Davebug posted a picture today of his training area on the “View from your bedroom window” thread. I thought, “Blimey, a bit different from mine”.
I live on the NW coast of Australia, and my problem is that the terrain is dead flat and featureless, except for a long sand ridge a few kilometres out of town, which rises to the dizzy height of 33 meters. Conveniently for me there’s a 1.2km now-crumbling bitumen road which goes to the top, and I have been known to do multiple consecutive ascents: (24 on one mad occasion, when I was worried about ever having the stamina to make it to Orisson: I did).
The road is there because in the 1960’s NASA arrived here and built a big tracking station facility on top of the ridge - one of the three major ones across the globe. There used to be a big control centre, several big dishes, range-rate antennas, boresite towers, and even a power station. All that remains now are the concrete pads, and occasional buried stuff that reappears out of the red dust after half a century. The place is now closed off, but the puny fence around the site is non-existent in places so I can easily gain access, - but don’t tell anybody. It makes me sad every time I go up there: I think it should be a world heritage site. Our tracking station was crucial to putting Armstrong on the moon.
So, even in our present circumstances, I won’t need to worry about social-distancing on what I call NASA Hill. I never see a soul. And hopefully I can keep my knees functioning, until next year. I’ll post a couple of pictures. I’m proud of our contribution to world history.