Sunday, August 31, 2008
As you will see from the photo, there's a good view from up there, and a satisfyingly steep slope to look down. It was an unedifying scramble to reach the summit - a short scramble, as the road itself is pretty high at that point, but one of these wrenching clambers through wet tussocks, slippery outcrops of rock, and sudden slithers of mud. By the time I was taking photos (with my phone - I hadn't thought there would be anything to photograph, given the weather) we were soaked from the thighs down and it was beginning to rain. I had attracted an alarming number of ticks - alarming because they were big enough to see as they crawled about looking for a tasty bite - and the midges gathered in clouds and stuck to our wet arms.
But there's a perverse enjoyment in this sort of thing, and despite having to feel our way down with the poles (always harder going down!) we bashed along the last section of track with vigour and felt pleased that we didn't seem to be at death's door as a result. We didn't even stop to put our waterproofs on - didn't seem worth it by then.
Now: what on earth is that hill called?