We got to Geal Charn (3008 ft) at ten and made an astart up a boggy muddy path which quickly turned to frozen mud and tehn to proper snow within 500 metres or so. We trudged all the way up the mountain through snow drifts as deep as my hips which the ladies were abel to just cross without getting bogged down. Suddenly those snowshoes I laughed at in the shop early in the week seemed like an essential purchase.
It was unspeakably gorgeous though. The mountains rose up around us Geal Charn is but one of the many many mountains in that valley. I haven't been walking through real snow since I was sixteen in The southern part of Germany and it brought all those memories flooding back.
We made it to the top and had the butties and Anzac Buscuits. Apparantlythese were origianlly busicuits sent from the wives of Austrailian and New Zealand soldiers stationed abroad as a taste fo home while they were fighting in WWII. They don't really go off and can stand the long journeys. Helps they're delicious as well of course!
The trude bakc down was on an established path which made it easier (and a bit more boring!) then it was a quicktrip to the Caingorm brewery for a restock of beer,a few essentials at the shop and then back to the house which we call home.
We opened the door to the delicious smell of Carolines sausage casserole that she'd put in the slow cooker before we left. I hope it tastes as good as it smells.
Also my wife might be a bit too good at starting fires, I may have to hide the matches when we get home!
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