Details
this day

1. First walk of this adventure

I won’t bother you with route planning in detail.
Looking at tomorrow’s route, I actually wanted to approach this first Munro
from the East.

The place where I would find my fantastic lunch spot tomorrow, which I so did not know today 😉 would then have been the start for the last part of that route.

While I was on the road I walked on a beautiful trail that I followed only to cross over to the one I talk about above.

The area you see in the photo with the BLD Media logo so you won’t confuse this with Edwin’s Art (Capital K).

2. Fog!

I had already looked on the map to see where I could take off.
Due to the fog higher up in the hills, I could not estimate how far east of the summit this was possible.

If you look at the route above (Komoot) you will see that on the way out,
just to be sure, I kept more East until I was on said route.

On the way back, with better visibility, I finally chose to turn off earlier toward the valley. Walked by feel towards the path where I thought I had ended up much closer to my tent than the place I had crossed up that morning. You can see that I did cross the route I took up as I descended.

Finally pretty much at the same spot where I left the trail that morning I was back from ascending / descending.

So much for my “feeling” but more importantly confidence in it.

3. Humor

I regularly walk through, dense, fog.
Sometimes in conditions comparable to diving in dark water; 0 visibility.
Of course I always have map and compass with me which I regularly check but the most important ‘signpost’ is and remains my GPS.

While I was ascending, 2 shadows descended, though on compass for which extra Kudos!, and were having a lot of fun in the process.

English humor which boiled down to the fact that they were going to sue someone.
They had not yet figured out who but had many candidates;
travel agency, the king, their wife who had sent them away with a small tent all weekend and so on.

This with such a steely face that for a moment I thought I had entered a Monthy Python Scene. Campers always need to know “where your tent is,” in their case north of the place I write about above and tomorrow. (the wonderful lunch location).

We said goodbye while they promised themselves and each other an extra Whiskey that evening.