At the beginning of March 2017 – i travelled up to Scotland again, wild camping and Hiking. This time I started off walking from Pitlochry. I was heading to Rannoch Moor train station, some 38 miles away, but I only had 4 days to walk this distance. With only two trains a day and none on the Sunday – I had to make sure I made good time and arrived at my destination by the Saturday afternoon.
The weather was not great – I got rained on for most of the for the first two days – it was quite dispiriting at times; but this is undeniably the charm of the Scottish Highlands. Whether beautiful sunshine or heavy rain the drama of the rugged landscape will not be dulled. The Sun eventually came out though and I was able to dry out. I then had two really very pleasant days in the wilds of Scotland.
Several years ago I had the opportunity to visit a friend living in Las Vegas. I had many adventures during the time that I was there, but perhaps the highlight of the trip was sleeping in the Nevada desert at Key-hole Canyon. It is a sacred site to the indigenous of that area and the rocks are covered with many carvings and petroglyphs. The canyon itself is peasant but unimpressive, however the markings which is all that remains of the tribes that lived in this area are incredible.
I love wild camping and any excuse to get away into the hills and I go for it. I’ve just been away with a friend of mine to the Lakes. We caught the train to Windermere and then a bus up to Dungeon Ghyll, from where we set off into the wilds. We camped the night on the side of Scarfell Pike; Bivvying up near an outcrop of trees. The next day we set off up Scarfell Pike and across Bow Fell. In torrential rain and extremely high winds we made our way up the hillside. Scarfell Pike is not quite a mountain being just four meters short of what is required. It is an impressive structure however and demands respect. We decided it was not realistic to summit Scarfell Pike, as the weather had come down too hard so instead headed down the other side of Bow fell into the Wasdale Valley. We camped again there in the valley near the tip of Waswater. The next day setting out for the hike to Dalegarth, a sleepy little village about seven miles across moorland. Arriving there early afternoon, we caught the miniature steam railway from Eskdale to Ravenglass and camped on the beach with a roaring fire. The sunset that night on the beach at Ravenglass was something else.