We had a mega busy day on Saturday, 2 raft trips on 2 different stretches of river and a canyoning trip after that.
This meant by the time I finished work it was 7pm.
I had thought about attempting Carn Liath and Beinn A Ghlo again but we changed the location of the canyoning due to high water and I found myself on the Aberfeldy side running out of daylight !
The dangerous currents of the “Aberfeldy Eddy” were trying their hardest to retain me and spit me out in the pub.
I fought the tiredness and hunger hard and managed to escape the pulls as I looked at what other maps I had.
I had a moment of inspiration as I unfolded one and caught a glimpse of Schiehallion at the top left of the sheet.
This would be a good way to gain altitude quickly pitch the tent and get some food.
I chucked my semi prepared kit into my rucksack, noting a few bits of standard kit were missing (actually sitting on the floor at home), it was fine I could do without for this short mission.
The forecast for the Sunday was crap and as I walked the massive path I started questioning myself as what I was trying to achieve ?
There was no glorious sunset to be had as the cloud had came in.
There was a severe doubt that there would be an amazing sunrise to wake to.
But something kept driving me up the hill despite being tired and hungry.
I got about three quarters of the way up onto the small plateau before the summit ridge, the light was going fast and the wind was picking up.
Any higher and I would be totally exposed to the wind so I opted to find a spot in between the rocks.
After a stomp about I found a reasonable bit of ground and tipped the Haglofs Genius out as I did that and assembled the poles I realised one major thing was missing, the pegs !
I tried to hold the corners of the footprint down with small rocks as I inserted the ends of the poles.
This did not work an it flapped in the wind twisting and making life difficult.
I was tired and hungry and had no pegs !
I sat down and weighed up my options, the wind was gusty but the forecast was for it to die off later that night.
I re packed the tent, put my head torch on and headed back down the path.
Again something was driving me to stay on the hill and not woose out and head back to the car.
I had spotted an old howf on the way up and decided that if the ground was good I would get a bit of shelter there pitch the tent and I would be sorted.
The grass was long but flat so I chucked the footprint out inserted the poles and pulled the flysheet over the poles and put rocks on the valances round the tent to hold it down whilst I got rock to hold the guy lines.
All this done I climbed inside, I had ditched the inner as its heavy so had bags of room as I got the water onto boil and inflated the clearview pad.
I had the PHD minimus with me on its first outing.
It felt like I would freeze to death as the 900 fill down weighs nothing !
The Gold Dri-Shell outer made me smile and all of a sudden life was better.
I had shelter,food and warmth Happy days!
I finished my food and contemplated a brew, but I was just too tired so I admin-ed my kit and it wasn’t long after my head contact with my new Exped mat Pillow that I was out for the count.
I woke about 1am as the rain started to get heavy, the forecast was spot on.
I dozed back off but was woken at 2am with a drip of water on my face.
I switched the torch on and could see another drip forming on the pole, I wiped it with my buff and put it down to condensation caused by not using the inner tent.
At 3am I woke up with the rain belting off the flysheet and what can only be described as the feeling of someone squirting water out of a mist nozzle !
I am not sure if it was the force of the rain hitting the outside of the flysheet and then displacing the condensation on the inside, but I did also notice that at the point where the clips are stitched onto the inner of the fly for the poles has water seeping in.
The tent is not taped and there was seam sealer supplied which will be getting used asap.
I decided it was pointless, I packed my sleeping bag up, deflated the clearview and donned the waterproofs.
I stepped outside in the torrential rain de pitched the tent and stuffed into the top of the rucksack and legged it off the hill by torchlight.
I got back to the car and tilted the passenger seat back, climbed into the Minimus and was sparkers in 10 mins.
I awoke in the morning (or later that morning!) and debated a brew.
I lowered the window on the truck to a hungry swarm of midges also looking for a morning drink !
The window went speedily up and I shuffled across to the drivers seat and took off for the sprawling metropolis of Aberfeldy.
My battery on my mobile was flat so I looked about for a car charger but most shops were shut or did not have one.
I passed 3 cafes of which all had big signs in the window saying “Closed Sundays” it was 10am and in the middle of the tourist season and these places were shut.
As PTC rightly says “Welcome to Scotland, You will have had yer tea!”
I drove to Ballinluig and stopped of at the greasy spoon services for a breakfast and endless cups of coffee.
The to Pitlochry where I managed to get a charger, this done I popped into Escape Route and had a look about, funnily enough Haglofs was not on my agenda !
As you can see no photies which is a bit pants in my mind !
Not sure if I achieved anything and if the jaunt was pointless.
Kept me out the pub though.