Stickle Tarn and Fickle Weather
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“Moving at quite a pace eh?” he enquired
“Just letting the pack provide the momentum”
I then wandered over Raven Crag with a fleeting view of Chapel Stile when the clag momentarily cleared.
I was just about able to get sorted before the rain started up again, I made dinner; pasta in cheese sauce and boiled some more water for another very welcome hot chocolate. The only downside was that the pasta had stuck to the bottom of the mug I was using to cook with, a way of saving weight. I had to use some grit and sphagnum moss to improvise a makeshift scourer to get it out, which of course then required some rinsing.
The next day brought more of the same, so after making up some porridge from the relative safety of my tent vestibule, I waited for an easing in the weather. This did eventually appear and I quickly struck camp and headed up the path and into the clouds towards Pavey Ark. I was a little surprised to see a small group of hardcore walkers already ahead of me by fifteen minutes, and they were not the only people out that day, nobody can claim we are a race of wimps anyway.
The conditions were pretty appalling and were not going to get any better as the day progressed.
Thunacar Knott and High Raise and then onto Ullscarf most of which involved bog trotting. This is not my favourite form of walking and reminds me why I prefer mountaineering to fell walking. Picking my way through the plentiful pools of wetland, trying to keep my feet dry, though the parts where you have to use stepping stones can be a little more fun. I had not seen anybody else since around noon, everybody else was probably sensible enough to head down to more comfortable surroundings.
This required some careful navigation, as the visibility was now really abysmal and when I eventually found a spot to pitch my tent, I was not only unable to see the tarn but any of the surrounding crags. I also knew that I was only camped within fifty metres of the tarn. It was especially eerie as there was another group camped quite near to me. I could quite clearly hear them talking but despite having a quick look around in the bad weather I was not able to discover where they were located.
Dinner tonight was noodles and was followed by my now customary hot chocolate and it is rare that such a simple meal ever tastes this good. Another night of heavy rain followed and I determined to drop into the valley tomorrow and get a little dried out in the campsite near The Old Dungeon Ghyll hotel.