Strathcarron to Maol Bhuide Bothy (For Day 0 scroll down)
“Can’t do that yet, I have the post to do.”
“Not a problem”, says I, “I have to get an envelope to put it in. I’ll look for an envelope and wrap it up while you do the post”
“Can’t do that he says, I have to do the post”, and disappears inside to do I know not what.
So I waits, as Al (remember Al, he slept on my floor and used my shower and …), gets impatient to leave (understandable of course).
So I waits, and waits and waits, and ….
By now it is 09:10, and still no open door or sign of the Post Office Man.
Must be one shed load of post every morning in Strathcarron.
So I wait….
Luckily at this point a nice lady, who may or may not be related to the man in the Post Office, arrives to open the shop, and lovely lady as she is, let’s me in, and finds me an old bigger envelope than the A5 size biggest that they have, and even let’s me use the sellotape roll.
Mean time Al is pacing up and down outside, and the man in the Post Office (wot is busy doing God knows what), has finally materialized to accept my parcel.
Then, after a bit more faffing, accepts said parcel, and I pay over the money to have it sent home.
And I am away.
We have another photo taken and off we head.
Myself, Al and Pete (Lilo).
We walk down the road and off onto the track that will take us away from civilisation and into the cathartic wonders of the Challenge.
Oh and a wee bit of weather!
Al has also disappeared into the distance whilst I was putting on my waterproofs (again).
Pete just after the putting on of wet gear, and before he vanished
Here a fine bearded chap Bill Archibald appears from the mist and the hill with his lopsided rucksack. He has been for a wander to look at the waterfalls.
We take a picture or two of the foaming stream under the bridge and head round the corner for the bothy.
Still no sign of Pete (He’ll be fine! Honest!).
Al on the bridge and Bill with his lopsided rucksack just heading off
(Seemed ok to me, but Al found him a bit odd), and we are ready to stride off to Loch Calavie.
The weather has brightened up a bit, and I decide to not wear my coat, just the paramo shirt.
Nuff said, it starts to rain.
Can’t be doing with more rain, so I put my coat back on and of course it stops raining.
Bugger it, leave it on.
Which I do ,and we wander along to the Loch and across the beach at the end.
It’s at this point we encounter the wire bridge.
Al does not like these bridges. Al does not like many bridges to be honest!
He does not like bridges without handrails, nor ones with windy bits, nor rickety ones, or wobbly ones, or ……
He going to meet a lot of bridges he doesn’t like.
And to be honest, they are far better than the ones that are not there at all coming shortly in another paragraph.
Me on the wire bridge! Piece of cake!
Put uses the less orthodox crossing method. (He’s a hairdresser you know)
Al decides to walk on water and wades across the end of the loch.
(The first of many wades).
Note to self here, sort out the bad hair thing that is going on
First however, there is the crossing of the water at the head of Loch Cruoshie.
Now this is normally a nice little wade, but it has been a bet wet the last few days and the water level is rising.
It is also heading along the bank we are on at quite some rate.
Not a problem the other side, but we are on this side, and need to get to the other side.
So we have a bit of a wander and I decide that discretion being the lesser part of valour, must remove said trousers and shoes and stuff and attempt to get across, whilst Al and Pete look for an alternative. We dally around at the fast running bit with various attempts, but no success.
I have a crack at getting across in the deeper water.
This is ok, but by step three, I am up to my thighs and the poles are below the handles.
Also the next step takes me into water 2 feet deeper, and about another 2 feet of silt below that. At this rate I’ll be stuck and up to my neck, and the water is rising and ….
Bugger that for a game of …….
I return to shore and the original crossing point.
It is an interesting place to cross.
All you need to do is place your foot into the water about 6″ to the left of the rock you must land on so as to not be swept away downstream. Then repeat the same movement with great rapidity on the next 2 rocks that are about 12″ below the surface, and finish with a leap to the shallow bit.
SEEMPEELS ! And it was.
After the first step there was only one option, so I went for it.
“Hooray! See chaps easy!”
So they stood on the bank umming and ahhhrring.
And I stood in the water in my pants freezing my *&^* off.
To assist with my pending hypothermia, a small squall of hailstones and stingy rain swept through. That’s not sunburn on my legs, it’s blood, they have been flayed by rain.
Well truth be told, after a period of about 20 minutes that seemed like about 2 hours, we all got across and made our way to the bothy.
What a fine bothy it is. Well it is once you can get through the door with the dodgy bolt it is anyway.
The weather is brightening up briefly, and we get out kit sorted out, and socks and shoes out to dry.
Pete at this point brings out his set of Pound Shop mousetraps.
That’s my foot that is with the blue Croc. As you can see, Pete has taken his right leg off and it is lying on the floor. That’s what I call Ultra-light backpacking.
We have no images (best not to it was agreed) of this man in his underpants walking up to the bothy. Fine legs, but NOT for public consumption on the Web.We gave him a whiskey and we all settled in for the night.Kit reasonably dry. Food on the go, and all nice and warm in the smart clean bothy (with mousetraps).
Evening view from the Bothy. If you look very very closely, you can see a herd of deer swimming across the far end of the loch. No you can’t but they really are there!
Mullardoch 4 (An Socach > An Riabhachan > Sgurr na Lapaich > Carn nana Gobhar > Mullach na Maoile) was a bit of no goer, but we were now thinking that the FWA might be out of the question as well. Maybe the FWA for the FWA was in order.
We had a think and came up with a plan.
We’d decide tomorrow.
And we did!