Col du Galibier and Col du Télégraphe – photo blogBy Will • Oct 15th, 2005 • Category: Climbs, Cycling
Today was the hardest ride of the year and probably my life. On a crisp beautiful autumn day, with the good fortune of having Doreen as my support car and photographer we drove the two hours from home and attacked the Grand Daddy of Tour de France climbs: the Col du Galibier.
So bear with me for a long photo-filled post – click any picture to enlarge.
As the 3D Picture shows, Galibier isn’t a traditional col (mountain pass). It virtually goes over the mountains – as you’ll see in the photos. At 2,645 metres (8,677 ft) it is one of the highest routes in the Alps – less than 200 metres below the highest. As usual, it was in this year’s Tour de France and is viewed by many as the greatest climb in France.
I actually climbed the other (easier but hard) side in June, but had dreamed of doing this side. But the fact that to do it properly required doing the Col du Telegraph first had been a bit intimidating. But the col is often closed due to snow by mid October, so it was now or next year.
Here’s a chart outlining the elevation of today’s climb. The first bit is Telegraph, then a 5km descent to the beginning of Galibier. There and back was 71.5 kms with an ascent of 2,400 metres (7,800 feet).
Before even starting Galibier , it’s necessary to climb the Col du Telegraph – and ascent of almost 3,000 feet (840 metres). This is a category 1 climb (the second hardest rating) and averaging 7% for 12 kms it is hard work in it’s own right – it took an hour.
A beautifully clear autumn day. Telegraph is a sinuous climb through forested roads – the Galibier part is above the tree line, making for two very different routes.
Nearing the top of Telegraph
Posing allows a brief rest.
Woohoooo. Made it. I must say I felt fit and comfortable climbing Telegraph and was constantly telling myself to slow a bit as I knew any wasted energy would cost me later. But I was in pretty good spirits at this point. After Telegraph there was a 5 km descent into the ski resort of Valloire. I cursed every lost metre of this descent.
The next 9 kms from Valloire ranged from a flattish 2% to a steep 9% and it was tough to get a rhythm going and I was a little tired. I did my best to eat and drink a lot and kept plugging away. After a few kms a head wind started up.
So … I’ve been climbing for over 2 hours, I’m getting tired, oxygen is getting thin (?!), there’s a head wind, AND I happen to know that the hard part hasn’t even started. But I am enjoying myself.
With 8 kms to go there is a little hut and a restaurant at a place called Plan Lachat – and here the road suddenly turns up the side of the mountain. This is where Galibier gets crazy.
I am the little tiny speck crawling up one of these hairpins.
Here I am approaching a stretch where you can clearly see the road graffiti left over from the Tour de France. It’s always fun to read and covers dozens of climbs all over France. German and Dutch fans in particular have made road painting a science using colours, templates, big huge rollers, paint that lasts for ever, and sometimes a scathing sense of humour.
I often see a big "Armstrong" painted accross the road with an arrowed line heading over the edge…..
I’m the little sweating speck.
No comment … keep pedaling ….
I am getting a little tired and the road is getting steep. But I’m approaching the snow-line and making progress. I knew this would be painful.
With about 3 kms to go I began to perfect my new head down style – tired!
The end in sight! The last 2kms are evil hairpins that are scary to even drive. In fact 100 metres below the summit is a tunnel allowing cars to bypass the last kilometre or so.
The last half kilometre. I am swerving a bit here.
This shot looks down from the top to the restaurant by the tunnel and the way I have come from. Pretty much straight down for the last kilometre.
OK, I’ve made it. Give me a minute please – I am knackered.
Ok, feeling better – I can almost smile. See the 10% grade warning sign in the background and the danger falling rocks sign. Interestingly (?!) I saw a falling rock by a falling rock sign earlier in the day.
One thing I have learned that is now matter how hot it is climbing, it is usually freezing descending. So I put some pants on, two jackets, my helmet and some warm gloves. Another added bonus of Doreen helping today: I switched bikes for a safer descent.
The top is just a little area. This shot shows the way up from the other side and the exit from the tunnel. THe other side is pretty nuts too.
I am at home now writing, tired but happy. A great day.
Total distance 8,343 kms