There may be the odd mistake in this OK.
Maybe a location, or a name!
If there is let me know, and I will sort it.
I have my glasses back now, so really I have NO EXCUSE other than failing memory and old age.
Last track from the Les Paul of "Mad 'n Bad" Walker
Two tracks combined - Sun In Your Eyes & School Days.
Might do one for the final post but probably just use
Midnight Blues by Snowy White
NOW.... What did happpen?
Day 08 - Kincraig to the Geldie via Glen Feshie
Now, since we were in Braemar, and since AL had a HURTY BLEEDIN' KNEE, we were NOT going, meaning Al was NOT GOING to do the hilly route.
This having been said, it was a rather lovely day, and the Feshie is quite beautiful, and anyway, why lag a bloody great pack over a bloody great hill, just to tick off something on a list.
For years I thought it was MUNRO BRAGGING!
Now, it was at this point, and about errrm 5 miles from Kincraig, that Phil, remember day -1, felt in his pocket to discover his wallet was missing.
He searched and searched and searched and searched and .......
Found it in the pocket that he normally carries it in.
And thus it was with sadness at having to move, that we departed from Val and Dave's and made our way down the road and off into the Inshriach Forest to head down to Glen Feshie.
On a plus note, the weather was pretty damned good.
|Al and Phil.|
Notice the almost PERFECT coordination of the steps.
We thought that by the time we got to Auchlean, where the Kingussie track joins in, that we might see some others, but NO.
So, we carried along the road until just after the buildings that have been refurbished at Stronetopper, where it was decided that a sit down and a rest was in order. Maybe a drink and a breakfast bar, and rest the feet from the tarmac pounding.
|Al and Phil resting at Stronetoper|
|View over to the Cairngorms|
|View from the bridge|
|View from the bridge the other way|
|The new track|
|View down to the Feshie|
|Small main made bridge|
|Alan (Blondel) Sloman on route - he hates bridges|
|Al and Phil in the woods on the way to the bothy|
|Bothy in site, and smoke, a brew|
|Inside the bothy|
|The controversial bothy door|
Some MBA members apparently have whinged about it.
It's a ****ing door!!!!
|A lot of trees down and in the river|
Turning, Al and Phil were nowhere to be seen.
I headed on down the track
I did actually take the lower track down to the ford.
Admittedly in slight error, but nice view.
So I had to clamber up the steep bank to the top path.
Been there, done it before.
At the top, Al and Phil had arrived, and we dropped down to a suitable rest stop near the bend in the river
|Too low, but nice spot.|
Met JJ here one year sunbathing.
2010 I think
|Phil at 1st rest|
|Foot rest and air... Good!!!!!|
|The river narrows into the gorge on the way|
After another rest it was time to move on again.
Time was now getting on, although the day was still magnificent
We headed on over towards the old pony hut.
And then over to the bridge over the waterfalls
|Falls close up|
As it happens, the wind was picking up, and we had done a fair few miles today, so we stopped a wee bit short where there was a nice bit of shelter.
I was thinking I could have gone on a few more kilometers, but to be honest, it was also bloody nice to stop
|View from Camp looking forward|
|View from Camp looking back|
|View from Treeza|
We got tents up, had food, drank whisky and sloe gin, and went to sleep.
Tomorrow was going to be long again, because we had to get to Braemar.
HAD TO GET TO BRAEMAR :-)
Day 09 - The Geldie to Braemar
In which I had to walk with other people most of the day.
OK, strictly speaking I didn't have to :-)
|Al and Phil packing as I said I am off|
|An ENORMOUS Koala head on the side of the hill!|
Very good time indeed, and before long, I was way past the Geldie Lodge, and up to the old desolate house where the track joins from Bynack Lodge.
The one with all the tape that says don't go in.
Here I met Liz Robertson and Dave Brown.
I very brief rest of the feet, and then I walked with them on the next bit of the journey.
On route we met convoy after convoy of walkers coming the other way.
We also watched as a pair of Mountain bikers struggled to work out where to cross coming down from Bynack lodge.
"Err... You just ford it at the end of the track."
They trudged along the far bank through all manner of crap to where they then waded across.
So anyway, I walked and chatted with Liz and David until we reached the corner of the woods below Carn Mor.
Liz cracked on, but I needed a foot rest and a drink, so David and I stopped and had a proper rest, where we were joined by Alistair Pooler, who had been doing HIGH stuff.
|View of some of the old settlement buildings|
|David and Alistair heading off|
|View along the Dee|
And, because David had not seen how narrow and gorged the river becomes under the bridge.
We had at least 30 minutes rest here, shoes off, lying in the sun.
|The river at the Linn of Dee|
|Looking back up the Dee|
|"NO! Don't do it!"|
Too soon however, it was time to head to Mar Lodge, and so we went along the river and through the woods before climbing up to the road at the top.
I had never done this before for some reason.
|Alistair and David in the woods|
And together we walked to Mar Lodge.
Where, other Challengers and a cup of tea of 3 waited!
|Challengers in Mar Lodge|
Because it was so IMPRESSIVELY WRONG
|I took these pictures back in 2010|
But it is still the same
|Mar Lodge taken in 2011|
I left Mar lodge with David and Alistair.
Al and Phil did not want to go via the Morone Birkwood, and I did.
Can't be doing with road walking unless imperative.
So we headed down the road, or up the road, towards the woods, bumping into Mike Knipe in his car (not literally), who mentioned that he was taking 9 litres of home-brew beer to North Waterbridge.
Now, this was NOT on our route, but added to all the other things, was probably to have an impact on our final destination.
As we arrived at the start of the woods the rain began to fall.
It had been a splendid morning, and hopefully the rain would pass through, but it did need waterproofs.
|The small Lochan in the rain|
And so gradually picking up more and more people on route we made it into the woods
|Challengers approaching the small Lochan|
|In the woods|
We left the top and dropped down into Braemar, where the festivities would begin.
At the FIFE ARMS, where else?, I caught up with Al and Phil, who may have been drinking beer.
After a bit of socialising, we headed off to our room in THE FIFE :-)
Well, it was not far.
Which we turned into an enormous kit explosion, and did a lot of gear washing.
|Klu Klux Klan Trailstars in the window.|
Must have looked a bit spooky weird from outside
|Kit explosion at the Fife|
A splendid evening was had by all.
I am not going top go on about it.
If you've been you know.
If you haven't you should....
I told you earlier that they got better
"What does your old man do?"
It was interesting to go from the main bar into the rear entertainment??? room
where the coach party were dancing??? to some terrible crooned music
Bearing in mind, the average age of travellers, it was like two poles of expectation.
In the main Challenge bar, there were people of all ages, many older, living life to the full, and having a fantastic time.
In the rear room, there were people,
many of whom were younger,
Waiting to DIE!
Well, I know which room I want to stay in!
And so we did, well, apart from a rather disappointing trip down to the
Moorfield for a pint.
Please, someone bring back Bingo Wings
We even got told there to keep the noise down, because people were sleeping upstairs.
Suffice it to say, we didn't stay long.
AND IT WAS THE END OF THE DAY!
IN GREAT COMPANY!
By the way, Anyone seen Dennis?