Day 9- The end of our adventure is near

On the last day we found ourselves getting up early with the dawn so we could set off up Cul Mor to ensure we were back at camp in time for Donald to pick us up; it was a very bright morning the sun came and flooded the valley with orange light just as we were getting up onto the undulating lumps we had grown quite used to. We had anticipated a rather boring walk but we actually enjoyed it which makes me think we had actually turned into bog whoppits, at home in this crazy landscape. We spotted some deer on the way up, a larger herd than we had previously seen so that made the morning a bit brighter.

 

Getting up onto the ridge we began to fear rain as we were monitoring an ominous black cloud approaching however we rather fortunate and the wind carried it away without so much as a dribble of precipitation, the other team at the camp with us had informed us of the wind forecast to be 50mph which for anyone who hasn’t walked in this it is pretty horrible and nigh on impossible so we most definitely kept this in mind for the moment it was all good, no huge gusts had got to us yet.

Once on the summit we decided to wonder down the interesting looking ridge on the other side as it was only 11am and we had until 5pm to get down to camp so we could waste a little time. We plodded down and got a look at the crags beneath the summit of Cul Mor which looked very cool and a little scary at the same time, we trudged back up and to climb a satellite peak next to Cul Mor, Sron Gharbh.

We finally decided it was time to head down the ridge and back over the bog to the tent to pack everything up and make sure it was all ready to go, then it was a bit of a waiting game so we whiled away the time playing cards. After an amusing call from Alli our lecturer who was worrying about us after seeing the weather forecast and hearing what the boys team had endured in Iceland (blizzards, -20 to -30⁰C temperatures) which we discovered later but we reassured her we were half an hour away from being picked up.
   

When it was time to leave it was quite emotional, going back to civilisation was not a pleasant thought although I was looking forward to a shower and clean underwear I had saved especially for the end but still we were going to miss the peace and quiet of the North West Highlands.