I’m a million miles behind on the blog so I’ll make this a short one, even though this was a long walk which took me three attempts.
The first day I woke up bright and early to do this walk, my whole body screamed no and demanded I get back into bed. So I did. The next day I felt more on board with the idea, so I headed up to Blair Atholl, got my rusting bike off the van and hopped on. It was fine for a few miles, then the path became sloppy wet mud with a liberal coating of wet leaves. With my back wheel spinning, I decided this wasn’t going to work and headed back to the van in a huff.
Instead, I headed up to Glenmore and had a few days camping in the forest by Loch Morlich, where I did Very Little. It’s a gorgeous spot up there, and I made a friend of Mr Robin who took a shine to my bike and was very interested in trying to enter my back window.
Anyhoo I came back to Carn a’ Chlamain a few days later with more energy and determination to get this guy in the bag. I struck out on foot for the long walk up to the hill, though it turns out I could have cycled it had I not confused two different routes. *facepalm*. Anyway at least I would now be able to take the non-cycleable route on the way back.
The walk out to the hill took about 2 hours, then there was a long slog up a never-ending ridge to the summit. And when I got there? You know the drill by now.
That’s all I’ve got to say on this one. I’m not bitter about this hill at all.
Only Young Twice 