It was still raining in the morning and I had a leisurely breakfast before packing up just short of 10 o’clock. The river had been roaring all night so if there had been any noise from the nearby works I’d certainly not heard it.
It turned out that the works were part of a Hydro-Electric scheme. I had a long chat with the foreman about which paths on the map were present on the ground and where their new access roads could be useful for me. He also said that the grouse had recently been lekking near where I’d camped although I, unfortunately, had not seen or heard them.
I wish I’d taken a photo of the turbine building that looked nearly finished. It was well landscaped and should have little impact on the landscape when complete – although I suppose the new roads and bridge will be there for a while.
On my route sheet, today was described as Gratuitous Hills Day. My original planned crossing had been so short that I’d added in a day of just going up hills because they were there. If necessary I could use my FWA….which was the huge distance of 8km! I ended up walking a mix of my main and foul weather routes. I was due to climb the gentle SW slope of Sron Leachd a Chaorainn then follow the ridge to Creag na h-iohair, Meall nam Fiadh and Carn Dearg (Munro), then go East to Mam Ban and Sgor Gaibhre (Munro). Ha! Ha! Two Munros in one day; who was I trying to kid?!
My GPS had decided to work again today, which was nice of it. I left it turned on to confirm I was heading towards Bealach Leathann but it was pretty obvious where I had to go: it was that dip to the right of the photo.
With views like this….
Whoooo! Look at this short, flat grass!
I can’t remember where this photo was taken but it was somewhere in NN4764 and I was sitting down with my shoes and socks off. It was bliss. I had a Little Lie Down and wondered about camping right there. After a while I decided it was time to push on for the last couple of kilometres of the day. Of course, I was now relaxed, happy and supremely confident that I could not get lost….. I got lost. I think this is called Hubris.
I couldn’t work out which water course I was following? It didn’t match anything on the map and my compass must’ve been broken. Now that I was near to the trees I could not see the forest…. Hm, isn’t there a saying about that?
Eventually a long flat forest edge matched up with the map and I found the gap I was looking for.
The map shows a path / track going SE towards the dam ….. but it’s semi imaginary. Sometimes it was there and sometimes it wasn’t. What there was was plenty of bog. I was getting a bit disheartened that I would not be able to find anywhere to camp but, about halfway to the dam, I found a great pitch.
It’d been a great day.