Date of ride February 26th 2011; Bike used Orange Five; No. of persons 5; Weather Rain then sunny with some cloud; Ground conditions Rocky and muddy with huge puddles on the trails
Glyncorrwg is nestled at the end of one of many old mining valleys that snake up from the Welsh coast, near to Port Talbot. The area was part of the mining community that was ripped apart by Thatcher in the eighties and is still struggling to recover, despite the steady influx of mountain bikers that bring some cash to the stricken valley. The village is not a beautiful place with old grey council flats and a sense that the world has passed it by. Contrary to first impressions though the people here are some of the most friendly and accomodating you’ll ever meet.
And this little village has become something of an institution in mountainbiking in UK in recent years. It is home to the infamous White’s Level trail, a trail that has introduced many a rider to tough, technical climbs and sweeping descents. The place is often referred to as Afan as this name incorporates the other trail about four miles down the road, at Afan Argoed, home to The Wall trail, another famous trail with a fast, pinned descent, that many downhill racers use for practice.
Several years a go, the trail organisers decided to join the White’s Level with The Wall, calling it W2. It is possible to both start and end from either centre, Glyncorrwg or Afan Argoed. We were staying in the excellent and good value Queen’s B&B in Glyncorrwg village, so we began from the Glyncorrwg centre. Essentially, the route climbs the first part of the White’s Level to the top of the hill, cuts across the top to take on the descents of The Wall. At the end of this the route climbs back up The Wall trail which is really just a fire-road, back across the top by the wind farm, before rejoining the descent of White’s Level back to the trail centre. It is an epic 44km. There is a fair amount of fire-road linking the two trails but not having done it before I was keen to try.
Photo: Skyline Bikes
The first climb at White’s Level is surprisingly enjoyable. Climbing has never been a strong point for me but this one keeps me interested. It is quite technical, with rocks and roots every turn of the wheel to watch out for, and tight turns that propel me through 180 degrees of trail as the track switches back in direction up the hill. I become quite absorbed in the nature of the climb that I don’t notice the pain of my muscles so much. I say so much; I quickly realise my two riding buddies, Jay and Chris are far fitter than I and end up struggling to match their pace, these two disappearing off up the trail as I haul my bike and weary body over yet another slab of loose rock and slippery root. Some sections are easier than others and some are steep and rocky that requires a reasonable amount of skill to make through cleanly. The full suspension bike assists in this however; the rear suspension shifting up and down, following the contour of the ground, soaking up the loose rocks and applying grip where required.
At the top we regroup and very soon our other two riding partners, Gary and Darren join us and we hit the only section graded black. Like ski runs, trails are graded with colours, green for easy, blue for intermediate, red for difficult and black for super hard. The majority of the trails at Afan are red, so pretty challenging but there is only one section that is black.
It starts with a few rough berms that send me left and right and over a little hip onto a wearisome fire-road linking the next part of the run. I’m gasping for breath as I hit the next section, some raised wooden tracks that take us over the boggy ground. As the trail opens out we all hit the berms and little jumps, enjoying the first high-speed descent of the day. Until I drop a chain just before the last steep section, and I must let the crew go through while I curse and swear at my chain device and gears. 1×10 is coming if it doesn’t fix up. I scoot down the last steep, rocky section having lost all speed and we begin the slow and tortuous climb back up the fire-road to where the trail begins again on a section called Windy Point.
This is one of my favourite sections of trail on the White’s Level. It winds over to another valley first on an exposed side of the mountain, hence the name and then cuts across a stream to plunge into the darkness of the woods. The trail arcs and snakes over undulations in the land while cutting into the side of the hill, and I gain more and more speed, cranking the pedals and pumping through the slight dips. There is a lot of water running off the hill, and a great deal of this runs down to puddles on the trail, creating an image in mind my that I won’t forget in a hurry.
Jay steams ahead of me down the trail, and I pedal harder and pump the suspension harder to keep up. The trail isn’t straight but follows the lie of the land with small turns on the crests of undulations before diving to the bottom of them again with a slight turn to bring us back up the other side. Blasting through the dark woods at 20km/hour or so, I see Jay squash his bike over the crests and pump it through the puddles at the bottoms, causing the splashes and spray from the water to catch in the sunlight slicing through the trees. Would make an ace photo, shame I’m going far to fast to reach for my camera which isn’t even in my bag. The pic will have to wait for another day. There are rock drops and more undulations to rollercoaster over and soon enough we reach the end of this epic section. We all pile to the end, brakes failing due to the grit and shit.
It is here that Chris, Jay and I separate from Darren and Gary who continue on the White’s Level, and we cut along a fire-road, past the wind farm looming overhead and through a very boggy section, down to the start of the descent of The Wall. The section called 373 is still quite pedally at first and I’m starting to feel the exhaustion setting in; worrying as we’re not halfway yet. But I forget all weariness as the hill falls away and we pass other riders trying to tackle the tricky ridgeline trail, sweeping up and down the undulations of the mountain, still pedalling to maintain speed.
Out through the gate and we’re on our way to the penultimate section, named the Graveyard. This section is fast, flowy but harbouring a tough line to clear in the middle, with huge boulders, roots and trees to negotiate a line through. Perhaps the reason for the name. I’ve sectioned this place on a number of occasions and I know my way through it now, however I was impressed to hear Chris clean it on his first blind run. Respect.
On to the final trail, Zigzag. It all gets a bit of a blur on this part. I remember the trail hugging the side of the hill, rollercoasting the contours, quicker and quicker. I’m flowing with the bike as though it’s part of me. It’s a pinned descent, flat-out, a few pedal strokes to keep the speed up, floating millimetres above the ground at some points and smashing over roots and rock on other sections. Fast.
All too soon and it’s over. I hit the brakes, hands screaming in pain. Now, the payback. We’ve a long fire-road climb ahead of us, back up to the summit, back across past the wind farm, back to White’s Level. It’s a struggle and I push up these monotonous stretches, with no energy while the other two push on stubbonly and I begin to lose sight of them. There small sections of singletrack to break the monotony, one even with a small descent to liven things up slightly, the Tramway. But more often that not, it’s a killer climb.
Eventually we find ourselves back at the end of Windy Point. It’s more or less descent now. We pull ourselves together with some welcome Jelly Babies and hit the Energy tabletops, and I almost clear them for once as they’re not well made and probably too big for most people. We then career further on into the woods on a section that always makes me think of speeder bikes in Return of the Jedi, over manmade, gravel-filled paths, a few rough jumps and half-drops. Then it’s out of the woods, across a stream and a long, exposed trek to more woods and a final climb.
The section Goodwood, is too wet to go fast on, the puddles huge with waves and everything, so it’s a disappointing penultimate section for White’s Level. But the last section, Darkside has no such problems. We are all wiped out from the epic ride but as all riders know we must have something left for that final descent. It’s a particular tough descent too, Darkside. It is still quite pedally for at least half of the six minutes I’m tackling it. I must keep turning the pedals to maintain speed, tricky when the legs are wobbly with 40-odd kilometres under them, and you have fresher rider snapping at your heels, urging you to go faster. Eventually the trail steepens enough to get off the gas so much and allow me to enjoy the sweeping and arcing contours of the hill. I’m spat out of the trail and onto the tarmac of the fire-road. We’ve finished. It’s been an epic ride and I’m aching all over. But we’ve all made it down with no mishaps. Bike wash, shower and food. Oh, and beer now awaits. Afan’s trails rule and don’t forget it.