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Dad and I were already at the Carbeth Inn in the evening and it was looking like
there may be a nice sunset so we headed off to Auchineden Hill again. It was a nice walk up to the rocky viewpoint a hundred or so
feet above the car park. Dad was going to stay here to do some photography
although I went onwards, to the top of the hill. It was an incredible evening -
in fact the Arrochar Alps were within some real intense light as the sun set
behind them and the Campsies were amazingly
cross lit. It's something you have to look at the photos to see.
I ended up at quite a height fairly quickly however it was a long way over some
boggy ground to reach the summit trig point and I had the compulsion to reach
that point whether the views were better or not. (they probably weren't much
better) I had enough time, so I continued onwards over bog and grass to reach
it. I ran at bits but wonder what people get out of fell-running. I
personally find it torturing.
I was soon enough at the top and so what else to do than to turn around and go
back the way I came? There were some rain showers heading towards but they
turned out to be very brief and very light, if not rather refreshing and I
quickly made my way back over bog to reach dad again who was nearer the car
park. In the process I was faced with some wet jeans and some bog-hopping. I got
a bit wet but one day I'm going to discover the joys of trousers that
aren't jeans.
I got back within ten minutes and dad and I walked back to the car and
from there, went home. This wasn't any kind of major hill, maybe more a heap of bog if
you ask me but on such a nice night it was too good to resist getting out and
only briefly if nothing else. There's a bit of a lack of new and larger
mountains as-of-recently but I'll be on Arran soon, so that'll be a whole new experience.
Written 2008-07-11
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