As the picture shows we woke up to a glorious Sunday with clear visibility and warm, dry conditions. With reinvigorated spirits and a belly full of bacon and eggs we embarked on part
deux of the challenge. We managed to scale the first two peaks in four and a half hours and we enjoyed the hiking compared to the torment of the previous day. However, the skies soon darkened and became more ominous looking as we headed to the third peak. Once again we were forced to don the waterproofs as the rain increased in strength. The going became tough again and our weary legs began to wobble under the strain. Lydia began to lose heart and was tempted to call it a day, but there was no way I was stopping at eight
Munros after all that hard work. We were doing this for
Pisco and all we had to do was remind ourselves that for each extra Munro we did the more money we would raise. The last peaks were brutal due to their steep, rocky sides and loose scree. We took it in turns to lead and drive each other on, and as they say in
Leith, "Persevere", and that's exactly what we did. Eventually we made it to the top of our last Munro at 8:10pm and we were ecstatic with our achievement. However, with the light beginning to fade we had little time to dwell on our success.
Unfortunately in our hurry to get back we took a wrong turn off the mountain and ended up descending an extremely steep, moss covered slope. That was the scariest part of the whole adventure as we knew one slip could result in injury or death and to our dismay there was no mobile phone signal. With a bit of care and help from our walking poles we managed to negotiate our way down the sheer face and were relieved to make it down to more manageable paths. Five and a half kilometers later we got back to Mamore lodge, at 10:30pm. It has never been so good to see a little Toyota Starlet and we groaned with agony as we removed boggy, soggy walking shoes from our damp, tired feet. The last obstacle was the drive back to Edinburgh through a wet and wild
Glencoe. We finally returned at 1:30am. The final insult was that I had to get up again at 6am for work! Never again will we be so tired on a Monday at work, but then again, there aren't many weekends when you hike up 10
Munros!
As the picture shows we woke up to a glorious Sunday with clear visibility and warm, dry conditions. With reinvigorated spirits and a belly full of bacon and eggs we embarked on part deux of the challenge. We managed to scale the first two peaks in four and a half hours and we enjoyed the hiking compared to the torment of the previous day. However, the skies soon darkened and became more ominous looking as we headed to the third peak. Once again we were forced to don the waterproofs as the rain increased in strength. The going became tough again and our weary legs began to wobble under the strain. Lydia began to lose heart and was tempted to call it a day, but there was no way I was stopping at eight Munros after all that hard work. We were doing this for Pisco and all we had to do was remind ourselves that for each extra Munro we did the more money we would raise. The last peaks were brutal due to their steep, rocky sides and loose scree. We took it in turns to lead and drive each other on, and as they say in Leith, "Persevere", and that's exactly what we did. Eventually we made it to the top of our last Munro at 8:10pm and we were ecstatic with our achievement. However, with the light beginning to fade we had little time to dwell on our success.
Unfortunately in our hurry to get back we took a wrong turn off the mountain and ended up descending an extremely steep, moss covered slope. That was the scariest part of the whole adventure as we knew one slip could result in injury or death and to our dismay there was no mobile phone signal. With a bit of care and help from our walking poles we managed to negotiate our way down the sheer face and were relieved to make it down to more manageable paths. Five and a half kilometers later we got back to Mamore lodge, at 10:30pm. It has never been so good to see a little Toyota Starlet and we groaned with agony as we removed boggy, soggy walking shoes from our damp, tired feet. The last obstacle was the drive back to Edinburgh through a wet and wild Glencoe. We finally returned at 1:30am. The final insult was that I had to get up again at 6am for work! Never again will we be so tired on a Monday at work, but then again, there aren't many weekends when you hike up 10 Munros!
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