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was just above the cloud line but the cloud was drifting back and forth. The actual path on the opposite side was completely hidden in cloud. I could hear voices coming from that direction but could not see anyone.
Following the ridge,the cloud began to disperse as I crossed Black Crag 2649 ft and Mirk Cove 2691 ft.
The peak of Scafell Pike can just be seen in the distance.
And Great Gable poking its rounded head above the clouds
Scoat Tarn from Red Pike. I had intended to climb to the summit of Red Pike but time was getting on so I will have to save that for another day.
The way down from Red Pike.
The decision had to be made at this juncture whether to turn right and head straight down to Wasdale, (Wast water had just come into view from here), or to take the more difficult route ahead via Yewbarrow. I decided on the former.
After crossing this bridge, feeling parched, with the sound of the waterfalls in my ears, I could not stop myself from perching on a large rock and refreshing myself with another cup of coffee. Feeling less dehydrated now, I put my flask down on the rock and then, Oh no! the flask rolled off the rock and plunged into the fast flowing beck, never to be seen again.
Reaching the secluded car park by the Lake, the one that I was looking for this morning, and missed seeing..........
I now had a longish walk along the road to Wasdale Head as two fighter planes twice came roaring overhead.
As I crossed the gap Ennerdale water came into view. The visibility on that side was much better. |
The peak of Scafell Pike can just be seen in the distance.
And Great Gable poking its rounded head above the clouds
Scoat Tarn from Red Pike. I had intended to climb to the summit of Red Pike but time was getting on so I will have to save that for another day.
The way down from Red Pike.
The decision had to be made at this juncture whether to turn right and head straight down to Wasdale, (Wast water had just come into view from here), or to take the more difficult route ahead via Yewbarrow. I decided on the former.
After crossing this bridge, feeling parched, with the sound of the waterfalls in my ears, I could not stop myself from perching on a large rock and refreshing myself with another cup of coffee. Feeling less dehydrated now, I put my flask down on the rock and then, Oh no! the flask rolled off the rock and plunged into the fast flowing beck, never to be seen again.
Reaching the secluded car park by the Lake, the one that I was looking for this morning, and missed seeing..........
I now had a longish walk along the road to Wasdale Head as two fighter planes twice came roaring overhead.
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