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Second hillwalk of the day.
In reality, this was a short walk and it's a hill that can be climbed
very quickly. Braemar is at an altitude of 340m, so it's only 200m
vertical metres to the top. But I had a couple of reasons for doing it.
First of all, I was still needing energy burnt off after the Carn na
Drochaide walk in the afternoon. Secondly, Saturday would be the only
walking day on this weekend. Everyone would have to get home on the
Sunday, so if there was a chance, it was now. When I came up to Braemar
in November 2008, I'd wanted to climb it, but hadn't. This afternoon,
the weather was looking fantastic though windy, and the sun was lowering
in the sky. This would be the perfect time to go, so I headed off as
soon as possible.
Upwards...
Diane gave me a leaflet she'd picked up with marked routes to the summit
and on tracks around the forests. This proved far more useful than any
OS map and I was on my way in no time, crossing through the centre of
Braemar (a small place it is) and up by the church. A road goes up the
left hand side of the church and signposts can be followed to Creag
Choinnich. I crossed the road, went through a gate and began following
the path upwards. No real problems, it was all pleasantly easy.
I was glad to be walking again, and the views were
beautiful. I said in the Carn na Drochaide report that I loved the
forests of this area, and the walk up Creag Choinnich backed this up.
The sun shining trough the trees made nice lighting in the forest and
the wind was fairly non-existent inside. I was having a great time.
If all went well I'd be up in no time, but I just focused on gaining
height. The walk was so short I knew I could thrash my way to the top,
leaving burning muscles. Then I approached the top of the forests and
came out the top. The summit followed later, a big cairn among some pine
trees. This was more like a Norwegian forest hill, I reminded myself.
Not a usual comparison you might make, but I've read so much WestCoastPeaks.com over
the last two and a half years that I've come to make that association.
Anyway, the day was just brilliant, the weather superb. I had the
satisfaction of having climbed a new hill and had the pleasure of
walking in such a beautiful part of the world. I wished I had such a
beautiful hill to walk up in the evenings back home. It really was this
attractive.
...and Downwards
Descent was quick. Despite the significant snow cover on the path, I
just trusted I wouldn't slip and ran down anyway. I was off in no time and
back in Braemar. What a great walk, the perfect conclusion to an equally
good day on Carn na Drochaide. I love the forests when the sun shines
through, it just gives me a feeling. I'm always in awe at them.
My plan for the next morning had been to climb Morrone behind Braemar. I
had the plan worked all worked out, but we sat in the bunkhouse in the
evening and I began pouring myself a wine, then another then another.
Topped it off with two Guinness's down at the Fife Arms and was well and
truly pished by the time I crawled into bed. It had been a brilliant
night with everyone, though I was in no fit state the next morning to climb any mountain and took
my time getting up. On the way home, I paid a short visit to the lay-by
by Finegand Farm where hillwalking pal Michael died a month earlier. I'd
stopped by on Friday night too, but it wasn't as harsh an experience as
then. Nice to stop for a couple of moments and remember. So overall -
big success - it had been all worth it and the weekend had been a
massive success.
Can't ask for much more, really.
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