As the blogging transition continues from the heady mountain days of early “Where The Fatdog Walks” to the more laid back domain of “Reservoir Dugz”, I’m enjoying taking a look back at some of the more “interesting” moments captured in the posts of the original blog. These are generally moments I have no intention of ever repeating!
I mean, who in their right mind would consider that lifting a 35kg Labrador up a very steep boulderfield on the north face of the Munro, Am Bodach, in the Mamores range (north of Glencoe) to be a jolly good idea. But that’s exactly what we did in he Autumn of 2007.
The process proved to be (at best) cumbersome and at worst…suicidal. Cap’n Jack would stand on the uphill rock while I heaved Maisie up to land at his feet. He would then carry out a remarkable balancing act to steady them both while The Fatdog wriggled in self destruct mode. I would move upwards – and we would repeat the operation, continuing our snail-like progression up the mountain.
On reflection, it was not one of the better decisions made that day and within 20 minutes had tired me to the point of exhaustion. By this time Cap’n Jack and I had lifted Maisie over the worst of the treacherous terrain and while I sat on a large rock trying to recover, the pair scouted out a route up the remainder of the climb that would tire me the least. In the photographs below you will see swathes of green; they look like grass; they are not grass. I hoped they might be grass. Instead we found thick moss covering more boulders and scree, some of it a bit too loose for comfort.
Why, you might well ask, did we find ourselves in that position rather than take the very steep path near the very close edge of the very long drop. For the answer to that question…you’ll have to ask Cap’n Jack.