Sunday 14 May 2017

TGO Challenge 2017: Day 3

Day 3: Sunday, May 14
Planned: Kinbreack to Laddie wood
Actual: as planned (except for the cow-induced detour)

Distance: 32 km
Ascent: 590 m




The day did not start well. I found a chunk of my tooth amidst my morning granola! Fortunately it did not hurt. What also didn't hurt, although it was extremely strenuous, was wading through that green and brown boggy hell in the picture above that was River Kingie and its surroundings. Having reached a slightly drier patch on the slopes of Doire nan Cluainean, Greg and I watched Rebecca of the Manchester gang sink very deep into the arms of Mother Nature, not succumbing beneath the surface but not remaining very dry either. We started to understand that Scotland was not a very dry place.

Glen Kingie in all its morning glory

But it is very, very beautiful in deed.


And wet. Very wet, as we already established. Just a reminder.


Most of the day's walk was quite uneventful in terms of weather (mostly sunny) or walking ground (it was either wet paths or hard tracks underfoot). But then, in the late afternoon, when getting near our planned overnight halt in Laddie Wood, there was a distraction. The cutest little fluffy calves on the road! And the huge, humongous mothers of those cute little calves. Greg, my friend, ex-Marine and not a skinny little guy, suggested we take a detour as to not disturb the calves - or their mothers. 



We did. In this picture you can see the easy part of the detour, because I couldn't take pictures in the difficult section (the thickest jungle of spruce I've ever been to in my middle-aged life, and I live in Western Finland!).

After the "let's not disturb the calves = let's run for our lives before those hairy monsters kill us" detour of about an hour and three extra kilometres, we finally walked to Laddie Wood to camp. The Manchester gang in its entirety was already there (and all the nice spots for pitching taken already as well, of course). When asked if they saw the cows they said that yes they did, and they just walked right past them. Well then. Brave Brits.

The worst pitch ever

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