Sampzon to Vallon MTB ride

Journal of an amazing bike ride up to Sampzon and on to Vallon in the Ardeche region of France.
Posted: Wed 03 Aug, 2016, 18:32

Having cycled the Sampzon ascent, in the Ardeche region of France, several times
since the start of the holiday, I had more than once looked beyond to a trail
that wound over high ground before disappearing down into oak forests. The route
up and back from Sampzon was fantastic but I really wanted to get off the tarmac
and explore this track. After some family negotiations, I secured a “Grade A: Ride Pass”, which is very
uncommon. This sort of pass is of
unlimited duration, with no commitments
afterwards and no requirement for regular callbacks. With my pass in hand, on
the second last day of our holiday, I planned to continue on ride into the
forest beyond.


After the obligatory French breakfast of croissants and coffee I made the usual
pre-ride checks. Kick the tyres and compress the front forks. All good. So I
set off. The 29er wheels are honestly very happy on the wonderful, smooth, winding French
roads and disused cycle tracks and roll along very well with very little effort.
Road biking is therefore a pleasure on my MTB and something I am slightly
embarrassed to say I rather enjoy.

At the foot of the Sampzon climb, I passed two other road cyclists also preparing for
the climb. After briefly crunching through the wrong gears for a few moments I
found the right one with a steady cadence and not too spinny. Surprisingly,
this one gear was the only one I used for the whole climb. On the many switch
backs I glanced back down to see the two roadies but they were not gaining. They
looked as though they were toiling, which gave me boost. I just stayed in my
saddle, never standing up, and ground my way up the hill. At 700ft two other
roadies came by me, one passed and slowed immediately whilst the other kept his
pace. At the summit another 100ft up, there he was, off his bike and blowing hard. As
I pass him, I drop a gear on the levelling ground and
nod as I pick up speed again, knowing my goal lies further on.


The road hugged the hillside for half a kilometre and then switched back, whilst a separate
the track continued with a sign marking it as a dead-end. That was the one I
took. Few things recall the freedom of childhood like exploring new territory on a
bike. Now it is hill in France, then, it was just the other side of town. To
have time, that umlimited childhood resource, and be happy to discover the
dead end roads that actually continue on and find short cuts between
parts of town you thought were miles apart. Will I go left or right? For a moment,
it didn’t really matter because I was not going anywhere specific, and I was
transported back and felt that magic of riding unknown routes.

The tarmac road shifted to gravel. From previous recce missions from a canoe on
the Ardeche at the foot of the valley, I was planning to descend through trees
and onto a trail glimpsed from the river. When a path appeared that headed this
way, I took it. The narrowing path quickly doubled back and eventually rejoined
precisely the trail I had just come along. First wrong turn! I had done a
complete loop.

So I climbed back up the trail and passed my wrong turn for another few hundred
metres. A junction soon appeared with a choice of three routes - Salavas,
Grospierre or back towards Sampzon. Salavas was not exactly where I wanted to
go but closer than the other two, so off I went down. Another biker passed me coming
the other way and I cursed myself for not quickly asking where I could
decend.

The trail became a footpath before long, through trees or breaking back into the
open as it traversed open rocky slabs. The going was great to begin with and
the bike stepped down the rocky shelves without any issues, the front suspension
working hard to take the shock out of the continual drops. Before long however two
low branches had smacked my helmet and the path closed right in, becoming steeper
with continual loose football-sized boulders. On a better downhill bike on
smaller wheels, it may have been possible to cross this at a decent speed but
on my 29er hardtail all-rounder I reluctantly had to get off and push. This was
also for reasons of self-preservation - aware that nobody really had the first
clue where I was, and any breakdown - to me or my bike - would have been a
pretty big problem.


To my relief, the path returned to the gravelly ruts with exposed rocky shelves
again and I only had to get off two other times. As the path left the steep
sides of the corrie and wound down a lower shoulder emerged which lead to Les
Deves. With nothing more than a few houses, a couple of glimpsed shadowy
figures and lots of barking dogs, this was
not a place to linger. As I exited the village the tarmac - as if I had planned
it - switched to a wide, sweeping gravel track and wove its way down and down.
I was hitting 20 mph and sliding skids round corners and thinking it was all
worth it. As the trail reached the foot of the gorge I realised someones house
must be at the end and before I knew it I was in a back garden (of sorts) and
quickly ducking round the side of a house before pulling up at the edge of a vineyard.
Looking back the farm house was stunning, with traditionaly shuttered windows,
rambling vines creeping up the outside and was obviously unoccupied at that
time.

As I struggled to get my bearings, I spotted several houses through trees on the
other side of the vineyard. And after quickly crossing between the vines, jumping
an electric fence and crossing a dried up river bed - I was back in civilisation
and heading for the nearby bridge to Vallon Pont D’Arc. It was one of
the those moments that I reached down and ‘clapped’ my bike on the top tube and
whispered a quiet thanks for getting me down.

Tech Coda

I would say I chose my technology very cautiously - and slowly. I know if I
had access to better mapping the entire mystery and exploration element of the
ride would have eliminated. And so would some of the worry about whether I had
chosen to go down another wrong track. But this is part of the fun for me. I
have however purchased a GPS tracker with ANT+ HRM monitor and have included the
route and stats.

Map of the route:

Sampzon map

Data from the route - red is HR, blue as altitude and green is speed.

Sampzon data

Le bike: