Inversnaid
Date |
29 January 2005 |
Location |
Frenich, betwixt 3 lochs
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Hares | Bodypump, Tight Beaver, Milky Bar Kid, Peepers |
On On |
MacDonald's (Forest Hills Hotel at Kinlochard that is)
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Attendance |
Many many people: Glasgow Trossachs and Edinburgh
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The Event
A lovely sunny day, ruined by the dull incessant thud of
blood coursing through ones cranium, the lack of sleep and
the overall pain from the previous nights preparation.
Do not fear brave reader for although sunny the Rain
Fairies had been kind and the ground was wet and decorated
on northern lees with selections of snow.
The trail starter inauspiciously in a forestry turn beside
the road. Some people out walking had engaged in
conversation and this rather suggested that we were
ramblers instead of proud Swamp Skiers. Then Kipper and
Co arrived and the trail worryingly headed DOWN THE ROAD!
to the first check. Fortunately a good double bluff took
us off that terrible tarmac and North uphill through thick
forest. After a while of bashing we came to an area
recently felled and cleared and another check.
Three obvious ways from here Ahead and Up Left and Down or
Right and boy did the pack scatter in wild abandon. A
tough check and well laid but the true trail was
eventually found to the right and along a narrow track we
did head.
After about a furlong or three (I do not recall how long a
furlong is so can be vague re the distance) another check
was achieved. At this point the trail went north and up
and up and up first through felling then through soaked
mixed woodland both up stream and wet. Till then on open
moor and hill to a check on the southface. Although some
people like hurtybotty took a tangential short cutting
route here many ploughed on and up to the hill top for
great views of Loch Katrine way way way in the distance.
We took the hares jokes about bathing in Loch Katrine this
day as mild jesting so as we headed north and down through
the snow towards that loch (for the route from the hilltop
check did dictate that was on on) we expected at anytime
to veer off and return in. Oh what pitiful folly.
Many of the pack veered west toward the Glasgow Water
Supply routmarkers feeling they offered a short cut and
security and other like myself pressed on.
Allegedly the trail met the lochside though I have no
independent verification that it did. The hares being
bias and those that ran it would not wish to claim to have
added extra route. I know that I never was without flour
for long and never found my way barred by an F I did not
respect and I mere skirted the Loch from a buff 60 yards
above the water.
So the pack it its various guises turned south and up up
up to the Obelisk like cairns that mark the line of the
via-aqua. From the first hill top we were rewarded with a
views that will remain special even to this day of the
Arrochar Alps to the West and up north across Glengyle -
birthplace of Rob Red MacGregor - to the mountains of Glen
A82.
Persisos oper puer apparatus ocht the calamity of dressing
in Scotland in winter snow on the ground yet hardly a
cloud in the azure sky. We ran towards the sun across the
hilltops and then down down and fast down back to the cars
and onto MacDonald Hotels Forrest Hills Resort for swims
and lunch etc.
Thanks to Tight Beaver and his Britches for a great outing.
Hughie Blaaaghr, Spring 2005
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